Suppose you came home one night and found your wife unconscious on the kitchen floor.
Suppose she had a bag of frozen blueberries next to her.
Suppose she had a big black eye.
Suppose she later said she was trying to get the blueberries out of the freezer, when the rubber band holding the bag closed popped and sent the blueberries propelling out into her eye and knocking her out.
Suppose you lived every day in this adventure.
I can't make this stuff up, it just happens.
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2 comments:
Drugs in the '60s? '70s? Flashback are a bitch.
I'd say this:
I can relate to her approach. :)
Also, now I want blueberries.
-B
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