Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Well, here we are, home from the emergency room.

Oh yes, that's what I said.

Reed fell off my lap and hit his eye on the coffee table, resulting in a bloody shiner that rivals any drunken bar injury I've ever seen.

Now he's officially an Agan. And Irish.

6 comments:

Lindsey said...

So your Tuesday was exceedingly eventful. Jeebus. Leave some excitement for the rest of us, lady.

Aunt Kat said...

Poor Reedy. I think his belligerence at the ER make him even more Irish. Makes an auntie proud!

Some jerk said...

Poor little buddy. Hope he gave the coffee table a chipped corner in retribution.

the girl that just left your house said...

holy poop! when did this happen? i am calling you immediately.

your husssssssband said...

this is my blog within a blog. when buffy left the room , she didn't want to see Reed strapped down to a board screaming and fighting with every muscle in his body, the doctor came in and looked at his eye and explained to me what was about to happen and how they were going to do the procedure. She looked at his eye area again and said it shouldn't leave much of a scar. to which I said" thats alright buddy chicks dig scars". to which both reed and the doctor replied almost simultaneously... "yeah".

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