This past weekend, I took my daughter to visit my sister in Las Vegas. Brody, Koa and Apollo were left to hold down the fort along with the menfolk.
On Friday, I had my phone off for a little bit while we went to see “How to Train Your Dragon”- which, by the way, I highly recommend. We came out of the theater, I turned my phone back on, and saw this:
5 MISSED CALLS:
and two things popped into my head:
1. This can’t be good.
2. What happened to Brody?
Apparently, my in-laws invited the dogs and my son over to play while my husband was at work. Brody was doing his usual thing, tearing around their labyrinthine yard getting into stuff, and he somehow wound up with a swollen eye. With his flair for the dramatic, Brody made a grand entrance into the Friday afternoon rush at work, and to heighten the drama no one could get a hold of me on the phone.
Not to worry, my boss assured me when I finally called back, it’s already been stained and examined and it looks OK. No stingers, no foreign bodies, no scratches.
“Any idea what it was?” I asked.
“No clue,” she replied. “Maybe a concussion? I said to watch it unless he starts walking into walls.”
So I texted my husband with instructions to send me pictures of Brody’s eye as soon as he got home, since despite knowing there is nothing I can do about it and no way to really get a feel for the situation without being there in person, I still wanted to know what I was dealing with.
He sent me this: Not so bad, right?
Oh my GOD! It’s the CREATURE FROM THE BLACK LAGOON! That looks TERRIBLE!!!! I texted. I’m leaving on the next flight!
Well, my husband had been looking forward to an uninterrupted evening of Breaking Bad on Tivo, and having me back early simply wouldn’t do. So he scurried and sent a few more less dramatic photos.
No need to come home early, says Brody. I’m telling you, I’m fine.
I can see great. E…F…P…T…
I was totally exaggerating earlier for sympathy points, see? Do I look like I have head trauma-induced Horner’s syndrome?
Fortunately for all of us, when I woke my husband up at 7 the next morning for a phone update he assured me Brody’s eye was looking better, and when I got home I was able to confirm this. Good old Brody, he always knows how to bring the excitement.