The sad thing is, neither of us woke up. This morning I was like, "Wow, my eye hurts. Like, my eyeBALL." And then he looked and was totally shocked at how swollen it was. (IT'S NOW TURNING SLIGHTLY PURPLE.) And then, later, at work, he was pointing at something on a white-board and looked at his hand and saw this awful bruise. And when you line up which hand it was and which eye is hurt, and then consider the positions we sleep in... yeah. Kind of a foregone conclusion.

I, of course, am not milking it at all. ;)