Wednesday, September 10, 2008

I Boxed A Boxwood

. . . and I won.



This is what happens when you're foolish enough to try to garden after dark:

No stitches. No eye injury. No scratches to the new glasses.

Thank You, Jesus, for corrective lenses. (And angels to protect my eyeball in spite of my foolishness.)

4 comments:

Lizzy Deaton said...

oh my goodness . . . how in the world did you do that???

betsy said...

your eyes are the most amazing color! (not the hematoma part - the iris part. :))

revnace said...

Wow, thankful but you are on quite a roll.

Brittany said...

oh wow! I'm glad your eyes aren't poked out. That must have really hurt. :( Feel better!!!
btw, your irises happen to be my favorite color, just so you know. :)