Battered Women

Well we are headed to the airport. We don't look our best. Donna, ran into a closed door in the dark a few days ago and has a black eye. Last night, I fell down the basement steps and most of my back side, including legs are scraped and bruised.

Donna looks like George punched her. I look like Mr. Bruises pushed me down the stairs. We look like battered women.

At least we won't look like Mr. Bruises looks in those sunglasses! Sanibel Island, here we come!