Yes I realize that I posted about God yesterday. And today I have the good fortune of posting about my apparent free will frenzy with a friend and a bottle last night. Isn't rumplemintz just like gum? Only makes your eyes water more (unless its Altoids gum)?
I usually know when to stop (ho hum....who doesn't?). But the night was fun and I handed the bartending skills over to my visitor, who apparently has a form of Tourettes that keeps pouring shots. Did I mention that I forgot to really eat anything (buzz kill) and that the water drinking was down to a minimum? After all, who wants to hear the Sloshy Stomach noise during animal type activities?
Fast forward to this morning. No amount of telling myself this was a fun adventure was working. I woke up for the most part feeling fine. Except for that part of my head over there. And my bottom lip having a pulse. I needed to fulfill requirements for being a Satisfactory parent and made my daughter her amazing morning smoothie. The smell of every single ingredient I put in there sent my senses on high alert. Especially the liquid multi-vitamin. I couldn't even bring myself to go the extra inch to put soaking water in the blender after practically throwing the drink out of my view to my waiting monkey in the other room.
I decided between empty stomach flip flops that the best thing to do would be to wash up and get ready for the day. The worst is being so hungry and you know that eating something would help solve your problems, but not being able to get it past your lips.
I happen to use Castile Soap. It's rather thin but more 'natural' (you may check it out here - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Castile_soap ) . I saw it in a friend's bathroom once and she is all about organic so I trailed along the pied piper immediately. It tends to clog the little opening to the hand pump dispenser that I have it in. It's very easy to just pick it off real quick but unless I'm someone else, I don't think to do these things unless there is a reason to. Today would have been a good reason to be proactive. I hit the pump and a small clump of soap at the pump's opening caused a determined stream to hit me dead on in the very open left eye. If you've only had shampoo in your eyes, I am not impresed. Go cry into your towel. This was like someone stuck a candle wick in my eye and lit it. Immediately I thought two things - I need to flush this out and...I need gum.
I started flushing out my eye and then realized that there was soap all over my hands. Eyes clamped shut, I rinsed them off and then tipped my throbbing head under the faucet. At least it shook all the possible pieces of a headache to one area. I shut the water off and since I couldn't open my eyes still, felt around to walk down our stairs and get a piece of gum. Mind you, my home was built in 1890. It is up for sale. When people are pressed to give reasons why they don't want to own a piece of the 1800s, they claim the stairs are too narrow.
I felt my way back up the stairs and continued with the eye flushing. When I was done imagining if I could live as a cyclops, I shut the water off and pried my flaming tomato red eye open. Would I have to change my driver's lisence to read, "Height - 5'1", Eyes: One Red, One Blue"?
My hangover issues were on hiatus during the forest fire in my eye. See? Easy. Although you may personally have to pour your Castile Soap in your eye. Soap comets are really hard to come by all on their own. I just got lucky.
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