Signs of a Weird Day

On the way to work this morning, I passed a car with a personalized license plate that said “lactate.” It also had a bumper sticker that said “Clemson Mom,” which had me leaning towards a conjecture of “maybe it’s a lactation specialist” (sure, I’ve watched “A Baby Story,” I vaguely know what that is) or “maybe it’s someone who is very, very pro breastfeeding.” As I passed the car, I couldn’t help but take a glance at the driver…and saw a fellow who looked a bit like Kenny Rogers. Tehe. Poor guy. I wonder how he got stuck driving the “lactate” car this morning? Maybe it’s like on Seinfeld, and the plates got mixed up. Do you think?

So that was, if not weird, a different and more amusing start to my day than the usual commute.

Something that is definitely weird in a going to drive me absolutely crazy kind of way is that (also on the way to work) I discovered what I thought to be a speck on my contact lens. It was way at the bottom of my eye and once I realized it was there I couldn’t stop staring at it. When I got to work, I removed the contact to discover that it was in pristine condition…and I could still see something at the peripheral of my vision. Is that my face? Pokes cheek. It is my face. What’s up with that? Is it puffy? Looks in the mirror. Hmph. It would appear that I have a developing mosquito bite directly under my eye which is better than, say, punching myself in my sleep but is nonetheless aggravating. I need those basketball goggles that prevent you from looking down while dribbling because my eye tries to automatically focus on it and it’s already giving me a headache.

It is going to be a long, (apparently) weird day.

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2 responses

  1. Hi DeAnna’s friend! Thanks for coming out and letting me know that you are reading. I’m not a runner. In fact, I don’t like to SWEAT if I can help it BUT I enjoy reading different view points (especially if they are funny).

    So! Here’s to expanding horizons!

    Audrey 🙂

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