Last night I started toward bed at 10:00 pm (too tired to go earlier), but when I took out my left contact, which had felt weird all day and gave me blurry vision, only 3/4ths of it was there. It had torn. I spent over an hour trying to find the rest of it in my eye. My eye was red and irritated, but that could have been from wearing a torn contact for hours and then poking around (clean hands) trying to find the damned thing. (Uh-oh, just swore on Sunday. Stamp my one-way ticket to Hell PAID.) I also checked the whole bathroom. I finally gave up and went to bed. I don’t think it’s in my eye. Where the heck is it?
I don’t have a spare because I was hoping to wait to spend the big bucks until May, but I’ll order them tomorrow.
shoe, thanks so much for posting the photos of our fierce warrior in Nebraska.
No, no, NO. I doubt any of those protesting were in misery made worse by weather. Think of the protestors as representatives. I do! I wanted to clear the capitol step I was sitting on to make room for all those I represented, and you were one of them. You can fight the good fight from home.
BooFae, I’m impressed that you met the mayor! That officially makes you High Society. I hope you visit us plebeians now and then. Maybe toss a few coppers our way and chuck one of us under the chin.
True confession: I’ve never had biscuits and gravy. And while I’m coming clean, I’ve never had chicken fried steak, either.
Wasn’t it also in Philadelphia Story? I have a memory of Katherine Hepburn saying it. Wait! Just found it:
As Katharine Hepburn said of the yacht the True Love in The Philadelphia Story, “She’s yar, all right.”
Same here, though I have it in there because I’m hoping against hope the market rebounds at some point. I can’t even look at the market news.