Scott and I were getting ready for church this morning. Here's how the conversation went...sort of...
Scott: You look like you're a black guy.
Christina: (confused look) Uh, what?
Scott: You look like you're a black guy.
Christina: (confused look still, turns to mirror, realization) I look like I have a black eye!
So my husband doesn't think I look like a black guy. Darn, there goes my career as Barack's double.
The black eye was smudged makeup from yesterday...by the way I couldn't figure out how to spell smudged just now. Smugged...schmugged? Geez...
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