YO, Adrienne!!

I'm beginning to think that I'm cursed. I have a freaking sty - again. At least I *think* it's a sty. My upper-right eyelid is red, sore and puffy. And even though this look worked well for Sylvester Stallone, it doesn't really match with any of my new skirts. I walked around work today, trying to isolate all of my conversations with my head turned to hide the right side of my face. I did this to avoid pointing fingers at the disgusting germfest invading my face. In spite of my efforts, I think that I freaked people out instead. In fact, I'm quite certain that some walked away feeling worried that I have finally lost "it."

I can only find solace in knowing that "it" was lost many moons ago.

"Whatever, Mommy!"