I woke up bleary eyed and stumbling, as per usual, and received my birthday hug from my Andy along with a beautiful card full of words of love and shmoopiness.
Who has 2 thumbs and is blessed to have a great man? [thumbs pointing at myself] This girl!
I then went to the mirror to yawn and admire my beauty before I showered and that's when I noticed— Have any of you experienced that eerie feeling of dread when you're brushing your teeth and you're afraid of looking in the mirror because it may not be your face looking back at you but that of a sinister being with shiny red eyes and sharp teeth? Well that's what happened to me on my birthday!
It seems I'm allergic to the new eyeliner I bought and neglected to remove before going to bed last night. I remember my thought was "meh. I'm all cozy in bed, what harm can it do?" well, it can make your eyes blood red and give the appearance of pink eye, that's what!
I had to go the whole day of my birthday responding to the "Oh, you have pink eye!" comment everybody was making.
"No, I do not have pink eye you sick bitches! I'm allergic to my new eyeliner" and then they would look at me out of the corner of their eye as they made
their way out of my *pink eye infested* space.
It is a serious insult to ask someone if they have pink eye. I'd rather people ask me if I know how to speak Mexican (you'd be surprised how many times I have
to respond with "do you know how to speak Unitedstatesofamerican?").
Terrifying eyes aside, I did enjoy the day. After I removed the sheet of ice from my car.
Which brings me to another question, how did Alex from Madagascar get in my car?
I haven't chauffeured a munchkin in years!
Thank you to all who wished me a happy birthday on the blogus, facebook, email, text message, phone call, via card and in person. You guys rock! Almost as much as I do.
I will ask hard hitting questions like, "If you were a chair, what kind of chair would you be... and why?" serious stuff right there!