Are you kidding me with life right now?!

Today:

1. Terrible, terrible, TERRIBLE!!! encounter with a bad speller.

2. My dad and I helped the popo arrest a dude.

3. Price is Right with legit elderly people.

I don't even think I can handle blogging about my life right now but this is how I feel:

Eye Docs Part Deux.

Once again, the eye doctors did not disappoint. Damn, I really love it there.  This time I went to get some shiz removed from my face.  Sort of like a skin tag, but with a fancy name that I never could pronounce, so we'll just refer to it as stuff. And no, this stuff was not like huge or gross or anything, just there, and so I figured maybe it shouldn't be.  So, I'm sitting in this chair, they put a needle in my face.  Not a fan. Not a fan.  The needle is to insert the numbing gunk so that I don't feel the actual procedure.  Guess what? I feel that damn needle in my face.  The whole procedure was not actually that bad however.  Every once in a while, I'd make one of my ugh sounds, and the nice doctor man asked me if I was in pain, and I'd say no, but why do they have to pass the tools in front of me? And then all of a sudden the tool of choice became some burning stick tool thing (as in to burn off the stuff).  My "ugh" got really big then. "Are you okay?!" He's all concerned.  "Ah, the smell. I just don't like the smell!" And this is when I started talking about how I like cheeseburgers because I guess the burning smell reminded me of cheeseburgers? God only knows.  The nice doc man also really likes cheeseburgers though. He's okay with me calling up the office to give cheeseburger recs.

Also, he put a band-aid on my face and said I'd be reppin' the Nelly look.  He agreed that Nelly didn't have the best stuff, but still, the band-aid makes the reference makes sense.

Then again, about Nelly not actually being good, "Shake Your Tail Feather" came on my 2000s Hip Hop Pandora station, and it really is kind of catchy.

Eye Doctors for Emotional Support/Wearing Ex's Shirt=lame.

Okay, so there is that small part of me who can see the "beauty" in photographing heart broken women wearing their ex-lovahs' shirts, but basically I just think this is a Terrible Idea!!! I mean, obviously you're depressed, do you really need everyone in the world to see this public pining?! Sort of terrible, and by sort of, I mean completely.  Imagine the ex looking at this?! If anything, perhaps there should be photos of women burning these shirts?? Wouldn't that make more sense???

In other news, the eye doctors, I find, is an excellent confidence booster.  I have been twice in the last two weeks.  Since I'm on vacation, I'm basically always at a doctors of some sort, because I'm elderly, and besides eating dinner at 4 pm, what else is there to do? Anyway, the eye doctors. Great times! Well, minus the not being able to see for most of it due to the contacts being out.  Anyhoo. Every time I'm at the eye doc's, I always warn them that I am indecisive and determining which picture looks better will most likely be extremely difficult for me, and annoying for them.  Yet, every time I said "Ah, I'm not sure?" they responded with "Great! Good job!" In my head I'm thinking, okay, so I literally can't tell you if picture a or picture b looks better and I'm probably messing up this whole test, yet, I'm still doing great?! This is amazing! The best is when they asked me what my birthday is.  "June 6th," I replied.  I was confident in this answer, and they rewarded me, big time.  "You're right! Awesome! It is June 6th!!" Seriously?! I will pay a $15 copay and get poked in the eye EVERY SINGLE DAY for the rest of my life to feel this supported in life.  It's really a great feeling.