re: #56 wrenchwench

I met a young lady with eyes that were half brown and half blue, divided on the diagonal. When she met you, she’d hold a gaze until you let go. Accustomed to stares, I guess.

My eye color changes from Hazel to Blue to Green depending on humidity or if I’ve been crying or other external forces.
It’s so weird, but it’s been like that all of my life.
MrBWS can always tell when I’m not being truthful when he asks “what’s wrong?” and I say “nothing” and he says “your eyes are very blue, so tell me what’s wrong.”

dammit…he knows.