Ugh. Do you know what sucks? This awesomely awful case of pink eye I've had for a month. And yes, I know where it comes from. Ira was exposed to it at preschool, then I got it. Then it went away and then I became reinfected at least three more times over the past few weeks. The worst part is that I cannot wear my contacts while I'm on the anti-biotics, only glasses. But here's the deal: I cannot stand my glasses! In them, I feel so unlike myself. Also, I made the horrible mistake of getting transition lenses on my last prescription. I thought they'd come in handy since I didn't want to spring for prescription sunglasses. The problem is that the transition lenses remain a very faint shade of gray indoors, which makes my brain totally batty.
So if you've seen me in glasses recently, you know that someone touched poop and then touched something else and then Ira touched that thing, touched his eyes, then I touched him and touched MY eyes and that's how I ended up having to throw away tons of expensive make up.
