It’s one of those days. You know, the kind of day where you can’t walk two feet without bumping into the wall or stepping on a nail. Although, knock wood, I haven’t actually done either of those two things. Yet.First thing this morning, barely on my second cup of coffee and test driving a new knife on an old apple, I expertly sliced right through my thumb. Let me testify now: that new knife -- it’s a sharp one. Ooh baby, yes. Sharp indeed.
Once I’d fashioned a toilet paper tourniquet for my injured appendage, I began a morning-long lesson on the importance of opposable thumbs. I was learning quite a lot and considered writing an ode to my damaged digit when, quite unexpectedly, I blinded myself.
Okay, well, now… it wasn’t wholly unexpected. You see, I knew I’d be temporarily blinded when I took off my disposable contacts and threw them away. What I didn’t know was that my glasses were on spring break. Apparently, they hitched a ride to Walla Walla for the week. (Hey, do you know where glasses go to party? I thought not!) They didn’t leave a note, but I’m looking forward to seeing the pictures – when they come back.
If they come back.
Admittedly, my relationship with my glasses is not a close one. I’m not entirely sure that they came to San Diego with me at all. They might have skipped off to storage in Nashville with some close friends. Or they might be napping in my makeup case at the theatre. Luckily, as I won’t be back to the theatre for three days, I have no shortage of extra contacts.
3 comments:
Bah, you don't need to be able to *see* to drink (in fact it helps not to be able to see if you're drinking Budweiser. Or to smell. Or taste...)
Not that I'd know from personal experience or anything...
Yeah... that reminds me of ANOTHER blog that's been neglected for a while... ;)
Assuming you're talking about Drinking Round the World, don't expect any updates to that one anytime soon. 3 of the 5 Drinkers are now on diets that severely restrict our beer intake. Not good for the reviews.
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