Yay for Friday! It’s been a long, strange week. For example: I fried the hell out of my right eye. During allergy season, I use a contact lens solution that’s made of hydrogen peroxide. After soaking all night, it’s neutralized. However, yesterday morning, in my extremely groggy state, I grabbed the wrong bottle and proceeded to rinse my right contact with the hydrogen peroxide. As soon as the lens hit my eye, I knew something was terribly wrong. Holy mother of God, it burned so much. I couldn’t get the contact out of my eye fast enough. I have a high pain tolerance, but this was bad. Even worse than the times I cut jalapeño peppers and then removed my contacts. Just FYI, soap alone does not remove the jalapeño oil from your hands. I then decided that I needed to wash out my eye to stop the burning pain. But, instead of grabbing the saline solution, I picked up the hydrogen peroxide stuff again and proceeded to douse my already excruciating eye with it. I may have uttered the other F word at this point. Okay, I did. Several times. Then I dropped to my knees and curled into a ball of writhing pain on the bathroom floor. I believe this is what my son would refer to as a blonde moment. And this morning I stood next to what I thought was my car, clicking the key. It wouldn’t open. Then I realized that it was my neighbor’s BWM, not mine. I can’t even blame lack of vision on that one. 😉
So, I’m in need of some quiet time to recharge. Instead of going out tonight, I opted to stay in. I went to the local market to buy flowers for my patio (finally!) and they also had fresh local strawberries. They smelled so good, I couldn’t resist. They are delicious and taste like the berries I remember eating as a child.
I have to get up early tomorrow morning because I’m doing a charity 5K run for oral cancer with my co-workers. The only place I want go be on a Saturday morning is in my bed. And the only thing I want to hear at that hour is, “would you like me to make the coffee this morning, baby?” Is there anything better than being brought a cup of coffee in bed? I swear, I’d marry the first man who did that for me. (Preferably not at 7:30 a.m., though. 😉 )
But I digress. Charity 5K run, and then they all want go go out to brunch. I’m on to them though, I know “brunch” is code for “we’re going to drink Bloody Marys”. I’m good with that.
And this is how I walked out of work today:
I loved watching Soul Train in the 70s and 80s. Every Saturday morning my big sister and I would suffer through boring American Bandstand first. About that time, our dad would come in and tell us to turn off the TV. As soon as he went outside to cut the lawn, we’d turn it back on. In the winter, we’d have to settle with sneaking off to our bedroom and watching it on the little black and white TV we had in our bedroom. I could get sucked into watching clips of all those great Soul Train line dances.
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