Last night during dinner I chomped down on the inside of my lower lip. Tears instantly appeared and ran down my face. The inside of my lip swelled up like a grape though it felt like a basketball. As I whimpered and moaned, Mr. Aitch wondered what happened. It took awhile for me to be able to mumble through the tears and instantly swollen lip so he could understand.
“I bowt da insoud ob my libb.”
Fortunately I still had some of these leftover from last weekend.
The swelling is down a bit this morning but that part is still sore. And it’s the same beautiful deep purplish-red color as a full-bodied Cabernet.
You should not complain as that provided you with information to write on this blog.
So sorry to hear that.
Sorry…..I need to get some banana pop icicles today…its too hot!