Whilst perusing the isles of a local megastore this morning, Leslie pointed to something and we started laughing. At which point my right contact blinked out of my eye and rolled down my shirt onto the filthy floor.

We spent the next 5 minutes looking for it...me, scared to move in case I'd crush it (I have hard contacts), and fearing I'll lose it permanently, meaning another $100 contact to order and get in a week. Meanwhile...how would I see?

I eventually found it, beside the front wheel of our cart, popped it into my mouth (how else can you moisturize it in the middle of a store?), and moved on.

I feel sort of like I have fungus on my eye, and maybe one my tongue from this unfortunate event.