Not quite a bug up my ass
I was walking with Bubba on our street when something flew into my eye tonight. It hurts like hell, and I tried to rinse it out, thinking it was a mosquito. I could not get it out with rinsing, so I pulled my lower lid out and looked for the bug in the mirror. I took pictures, because what else is a girl to do with a hard-shelled small insect imbedded in her eyeball but take pictures of the offending bugger (no pun intended)? I put the pictures of the bug actually in my eye in the extended entry, so you don't have to look if you don't want to....but I know you do. You are drawn to it like the bug was drawn to my beautiful, jade-green orbs of light...
I knew you wanted to look! I am still hurting from the scratching this little shit did to my eyeball, so I may be taking a couple days to rest. With a little luck, I can get an eyepatch and paint it flesh-colored with an eye on it and make people think it's a glass eye that can't blink. Yeah, I know, I'm a loser.
And after it's out:
