Still Puffy

So my sister Melissa (there she is reading her favorite newspaper again) and I have been talking a little bit lately, comparing notes on life's recent struggles. She did offer up some relief this morning in the form of a funny story:

She and her husband and their two kids had just pulled into a parking garage in San Francisco Saturday. She drives a Tahoe and parks nervously in small spaces. So she found a spot but once she pulled into it, she wanted to see if the rear of the truck was hanging out too far. So she straightened things out and while looking out her driver's-side window toward the back of the vehicle, she also was rolling up the window, which caught her lip, which she said today is "still puffy."