Bears and Elephants, oh my

It was a big day in the Novota household today. The start of real NFL football. After a little bit of man-panic, two trips to Best Buy, a few cuss words and a jerry-rigged and not-so-legal computer to television hook-up later, Jeff got to watch his Bears. Whew. I was getting a little nervous and wondering where I could hide if he missed the game. Especially since Jeff was ready to go back to Best Buy to "chew the punk teenager out" for initially selling him the wrong cable and then having the nerve to tell Jeff he wouldn't be able to make it work. Watch out. (I can appreciate my hubby's frustration, but if you've ever met him you'd know that just about the last thing he would do is actually "chew" someone out, let alone make a special trip just to do so.)

I was dealing with my own issues, though. I woke up with the dreaded elephant eye this morning. At least that's what I've come to call it. I don't know if it was the failure to wash off my eye make-up Friday night or if a Texas dirt bug nestled in my eyeball during the night, but I've got a bad case of a swollen eye bomb. Yucko.

Look away. I'm hideous.

 I've been nursing it all day by alternating hot wash cloths on my left lid and trips down to the pool to relax in the sun. I don't need any of my fancy friend doctors to prescribe that remedy thankyouverymuch. I occasionally suffer from elephant eye, and it's come to hit me just about once a year. Hopefully it will go away tomorrow morning so I don't have to wear my goggles to work.