Ouch, ouch, ouch!
Somebody please tell me why I got a freaking sty on my left eye* Thankfully, you can’t actually see it and hopefully it doesn’t mutate into anything horrid anytime soon. It explains why my left eye was tearing up all day by itself (read: unprompted by a soppy advert or Hallmark film). I felt like one of those soapie stars from The Bold & Beautiful who always seem to only cry in one eye.
In my culture, if you get a sty in your eye it means you’ve seen someone of the opposite sex naked! Honestly, I don’t know who came up with such maratas** ‘cause most of you reading this here blog would have been struck down days ago, hahaha.
No, but seriously, I have not looked at any naked anyone’s in a very long time, so what gives?
I was going to be mean and post a pic of a sty, but thought better of it***. I mean, I would have to look at it everytime I got onto my blog and honestly, I don’t really need a reminder that I have/had one. Instead, I put a mini-montage together of pretty eyes instead.
Have a fabulous weekend people, x
* Hey, that line sorta rhymed, clever me
** Rubbish, Bull-dust
*** More like i got put off by the gems that Google Images had on display, urgh!