An Eye for an Eye

Last night, I was on the phone with Charlotte’s godfather, whining about how I’m sick again, with a horrible sore throat, and how the Ogre has to work every night, and how everything is a study in tragedy — then Liam threw a package of paper towels at my face.

I was annoyed, and told Borja so, and he responded with all the wisdom of a Greek chorus. “Throw them back,” he said.

And so I did.

Merriment ensued, and a crap night was rescued by a good friend.

Moral of the story? Sometimes an eye for an eye is way more fun than turning the other cheek.