My best friend, who is sometimes even more of a klutz than me, had a little accident when she was helping someone move this weekend. What happened was, a dozen 2x4s fell on her head. She has a big goose egg on her forehead, and yesterday, she woke up with two black eyes.
She told me that a friend at work tactfully approached her about whether her husband was beating her.
“You missed your moment,” I said. “You could have told him you took up MMA steel cage fighting.
“Or you could have looked him in the eye and said, ‘You know the first rule of Fight Club, right?'”
