That time I poked my eyeball

...and scratched it. Have you ever scratched your freakin' eyeball before?!


So, the other day, J and I came home from work to find quite the ball of "fluff" on the floor...
Obviously, Gigi was the culprit. We looked under the bed to see what she "killed" (usually a poor, unsuspecting stuffed animal is the victim) and sure enough we found said animal, toilet paper (she's a friggin' ninja, ya'll. I swear we keep the bathroom doors shut and yet, there was a tp jungle under there) and.....my Fossil sunglasses that I JUST BOUGHT.

I was pretty annoyed but that didn't stop me from snapping a pic with my broken shades. And when I went to take my broken glasses off, I poked my eye. And apparently scratched it too...first time for everything. 

{Not the best photo (BB quality) but you get the point}
{Also, I am an a-hole. Clearly}

I went around the house with a leaking eye and had to wear (other) sunglasses at night in the dark (it was really sensitive). Swear this happened. And if I took the glasses off, I had to keep my left eye closed. Jason kept telling me to stop winking at him (thanks, ass).


Thankfully, my eye is  better. Still irritated, and a tad red but better. Good thing too, because I'm not sure if I could rock the whole eye patch "look"... 

{Amen!}