My face-swelling has hopefully reached its zenith and will only go down from here.
'Hamster' doesn't quite cover it.
If I would venture outside, someone would surely think that the good husband beat the sparks out of me.
I'm staying home today and tomorrow, spending my days on my knees, praying, hoping that my face won't discolour any more than it has already.
Vanity is a sad state.
What I love though, is how the boys just accept me with busted face and all.
Nary a word is mentioned.
Gotta love them kiddos.
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