image via hereWhen I was younger, I used to get nervous when I washed my face at night that someone would sneak in and attack me while I was vulnerable, eyes closed and soapy. I also have REALLY horrible vision, so even if I did get my eyes open, I couldn't see much. I used to kinda position my bent over body away from the door to help protect myself from these imaginary sneak attacks.
Alright, so I don't really worry about this anymore... but it was a long time fear.
Last night, the contacts were out, and I was scrubbing and rinsing off my makeup when something hit me right in the face. Hard. It sorts of slapped the left side of my face and ricocheted off. It hurt... but more than that it was the total surprise of getting slapped in the face in my vulnerable moment.
I was not happy.
And there could only be one culprit.
"What was that?! Was that Lu's ball?!"
"Sorry. Yes."
"Why did you do that?! That's mean!"
"I didn't mean to do it."
"What were you doing?"
...Well, what he was doing was kicking the ball around, drunk on the World Cup. He is quite the soccer star. He was delivering a neat and very accurate pass to my feet. Apparently.
Not pleased. Not pleased for a long time.
3 comments:
that was what we call a bad ball. :)
This made me laugh right out loud!! You should have told me this story this morning while I was sharing my story of Boomer scratching me in the face in the middle of the night!! Looks like we both suffered from hits in the face last night!
I totally used to have that fear too!!! And by used to I mean sometimes even now in my fully grown state I get the heebie jeebies while rinsing my face and start going faster and faster totally convinced that once I open my eyes a freaky creepster will be standing there. Sorry about the ball to the face, that might have made me scream and pee my pants, seriously.
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