in the eye

walking outside, enjoying the sun, and a freaking bug flies right into my eye. I am in the middle of the street, screaming at MAC to take it out. He keep on trying to swipe it out of my eye and i am still freaking out and telling him to hurry up and he is trying so hard to not stick his gym sweat-infested, barbell holding fingers in my eye. what a nice guy. he got it out, I felt like an idiot on the street corner! but of course, I couldn't have been any different looking than all the other crazies on the street:)

another "holiday" weekend to part-ay. I wish I had an ounce of a creative gene to think of something to wear. So far what I got is recycling my prior costumes, which would make me a cop pirate in the 80s. Too bad I can't find the cop gear or the 80s outfit.