Answer: Pink eye and personal space, respectively

Don't worry, I don't actually have it; I just thought I did.

I woke up this morning just fine, only a little groggy from a late-night aim session.

I took my shower and started to feel a pain in my eye. I wiped it with a towel and assumed it was just a rouge drip of shampoo. However, when I got out and looked at my eye, I saw it was completely bloodshot.

Now I'm a pink eye veteran and was surprised I didn't have any of the other symptoms, which are gross and shall not be discussed. However, one of my colleagues had it two weeks ago and it was a horrid, viral case.

I decided it was better to be safe than sorry. I decided I would take the day off and visit Dr. Bean at Empire Vision, because she's pretty much the bomb diggity when it comes to my eyes.

However, a half hour later my eye was completely clear again. Oh well, no point in calling the schools back at that point (the kids will still need help learning to read tomorrow). Therefore, I climbed back into bed for a lovely mid-morning nap. It was freaking awesome AND I still had tons of time after my nap to make doctor appointments I never have time to make during the school day. Word.


Now for something completely different



Let's talk about personal space. It's a must. for this girl.

Exhibit A:

That's me at a Counting Crows concert this past summer. That's the girl who invaded my personal space. As you can see I am attempting to bite her.

Ever since my family and I attended the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, like, 11 years ago (I'm guessing it was circa 1996 because the Backstreet Boys were on a float) I've had some serious crowd anxiety.

I'm okay if it's crowded, as long as people evenly space themselves, are courteous to those around them and/or follow the rules of traffic. Oh, I am aware these expectations are way too high for the general population, but I'm just putting it out there.

I am not a fan of people who try to stuff themselves into an already densely populated area, with no regard to the people already there. The girl, your honor, seen in Exhibit A above, has broken one of my cardinal rules of personal space. However, just to set you all at ease, I didn't bite her. There, in fact, are no consequences for those who break my rules of personal space. I get aggravated, but knowing my standards are way too high, I simply just grumble and try to get out of the area.

This is probably why I'm not so much a city girl. However, I have made significant gains in the area of sidewalk-crowd maneuvering. Still, I believe it's the suburbs in general that suit my neurotic tendencies.

Let's end on a happy note.

I like cake.


I like it a lot.



Stay classy, Poughkeepsie