If you were going to receive a Christmas card from the Tinleys, one should have arrived in your mailbox this past week. (Apologies to those of you who didn't get one.) The card features the three photos that I've included in this post. You'll notice that in each picture I have a black eye. It's glaring. Obvious. Not subtle at all. (If you must, click on the images to see the full-size versions.)
Here's what happened: Days before the photo shoot,
Meyer hit me in the face with the stethoscope from our
Fisher Price medical kit. (I hope that Meyer at least sees the irony in his using a medical kit to
inflict injury.) You should feel sorry for me—my wound has been immortalized on a Christmas card. But don't feel too sorry for me; I beat up on
Malachi almost as often as Meyer beats up on me.
If you were going to receive a Christmas card from the Tinleys, one should have arrived in your mailbox this past week. (Apologies to those of you who didn't get one.) The card features the three photos that I've included in this post. You'll notice that in each picture I have a black eye. It's glaring. Obvious. Not subtle at all. (If you must, click on the images to see the full-size versions.)
Here's what happened: Days before the photo shoot, Meyer hit me in the face with the stethoscope from our Fisher Price medical kit. (I hope that Meyer at least sees the irony in his using a medical kit to inflict injury.) You should feel sorry for me—my wound has been immortalized on a Christmas card. But don't feel too sorry for me; I beat up on Malachi almost as often as Meyer beats up on me.
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