Saturday, April 23, 2011

Shiner

My overwhelming grace has struck again. The natural flow, the ability to move with style .... doesn't happen with me. EVER.

Actually, I'm writing this while squinting. Yogurt Island struck last night. Literally. After a high school band festival (great music by the way!), DJ, Tre', and I went out to grab something to eat. I was introducing Tre' to the joys of building your own yogurt creation and demonstrating how to add said creation building joys to my yogurt. While pulling the handle down to add slivered almonds (MMMM!) to my pineapple-mango tart yogurt (double-MMMM), I pulled a teensy bit too hard. It rotated over off the shelf and smacked me on the cheek--right by the eye.

What's funny was my reaction. I felt about 13 years old and embarrassed--apologized to the shop, meekly paid for my yogurts and then Tre' and I ate them. This morning, I woke up to the glories of my first black eye.