A boxing ring sleepover…
July 13, 2010
Last night I recieved the third black eye of my life. Contrary to popular belief, I did not inflict this shiner on myself. Oh no, it was definitely caused by someone else. I wish I had some epic story to tell you about how I was fighting the girl equavalent of Muhammed Ali or that I got it while defending the president from a “bad guy.” Yes, some tale like the above mentioned would be much more interesting, but alas my story is rather pathetic.
My sister Lici had one of her best friends Jessica (our childhood “adopted” sister) over to spend a night. The three of us ladies spent the evening getting some amazing ice cream at the girls work and seeing Robin Hood (Russell Crowe did a great job in the film, though the two girls thought he did a great job looking cute. Anyway…) Upon our arrival at the house, the three of us decided to sit down and figure out sleep arrangements. Lici and I have two beds in our room. Should we bring in another matress and put it on the floor? Or have Jess share a bed with Lici? We decided that Lici would push her bed next to mine thus producing a giant bed. Sounds good? So we thought.
Fast forward 6 hours. Jess is talking in her sleep. I roll over because I’m pretty sure I just heard her say “Daniela, I need..blah blah blah.” Upon rolling over, I am greeted with her fist in my eye. Lovely. If I wasn’t wake before, I was definitely awake now. Seriously now. Since when do we feel the need to box in bed, huh Jess? Do I look like a punching bag? Oy.
That’s my un-epic story of how I got my uhmazing shiner. =P
