Monday, April 7, 2008

Doghouse

So Tim got home at like 9am on Sunday with broken glasses, a black eye, scratches on his face, and a skinned knee. He fell. What an idiot. It did make me feel marginally better, though. Except the stupid glasses - now we have to pay for new ones.
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Andrea said...

Did he fall or get in a fist fight? Your description brings back memories of my brother coming home after a few too many, and it would always end with a fist fight.

Or is that just a mexican thing?

April 9, 2008 at 12:37 PM

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