I wonder about myself sometimes. I really do.
I wasn't going to post tonight but this was too good to pass up. My phone was going absolutely nuts today. I was texting Cute Dancer Boy, the Gay Biotch and Whatawaste. I also had my phone actually ring (it never rings, EVAH). Not once, but TWICE. And they both went to message bank. One was my Dad, the other was the optometrist. My new contacts were in. Hurrah! I've been wearing my glasses for about a month now, so I desperately needed them. I trundled off to pick them up and grab some sushi for dinner.
Oh, how I love sushi!
Anyhoo, when I got home I chucked the contacts in so they could settle before I went off to dancing. And on the drive to dancing I noticed things were a little blurry. Not dangerously so, it was just a bit difficult to focus on street signs. 'Hmm', I thought, 'thats odd.' And I just put it down to it being night and my eyes adjusting to the contacts.
I get home and drag Boots into the bathroom to wash her chin. She's got feline acne again. And while I'm in there she knocks my new contacts boxes into the sink. I pick them up after I'm done with her, and try to put them back together. I can only find one set of right contacts. I search around a bit. Maybe she's knocked it onto the floor.
No. Not on the floor. Look, there's the box of left contacts...
The FULL box of left contacts. Which means...
I'd put two right contacts in.
Its bloody hard to see straight sometimes.