you get up. you walk into the bathroom. you reach for your contact case.
and then you see it…sitting right beside your contact case…is your contact…well, the raisin version. all shriveled and pruny and dried up. clearly, it had spent the night dehydrating on the coutertop instead of swimming in the solution pool.
panicking realizing that you have to go to work, do you:
a) toss the contact, even though it’s your last pair, and wear your glasses, even though those are not fit to be seen by humans. i mean, those suckers went out of style well before my 6-year-old was born. and they are missing one of those nose pad doohickey thing…so they are crooked and unconfortable.
b) wear nothing and pretend that you can see. in other words, wing it. live life blind until you can get a new pair.
or, would you do what i did
c) lift it up, drop it in your case, come back twenty minutes later. stick it in your eye. and head off to work.
clearly, i’m a masochist.
wow…some people are sooo impatient…ahem…sci-fi dad….it was coming…i do have to work sometimes, ya know!!!
~anyone else want some cake now? mmm…red velvet. i thought Burke and Cristina were adorable AND convincing this week. i’m so loving them. this cake. for this day. for this woman. ah…
~ who else got the chills when Dawson Leery’s mom said “the wife always knows”?? creeeepy.
~I’m back on the selfish Derek hate-train. what a freakin’ prick.
~surprisingly, my favorite of the night? McSteamy! oh, and Bailey. i love a woman who owns up to her mistakes. she’s awesome. still rawkin’ my socks.
~there’s nothing more exciting than a man with a penis-fish. i think George and Derek and Alex could each use a little penis-fish of their own…
~i was mentally ready to finally accept an Alex/Addison relationship…so, you go out and give me the steamy sex (awesome!) and then you allow Alex and do and screw it all up. bah. shonda. you mock me!
~best exchange of the night: “You’re not in the gossip” “because no one ever tells me anything” “I slept with a married man” “i don’t mind that no one ever tells me anything”