Monday, July 24, 2006

Furry Fuzzballs and the Eye that Twitched

Does your eye ever twitch? When I get tired, my eye twitches. It sits there and shakes, distorting my vision so I feel like I am standing on a boat that has gotten hit with a ton of waves. What makes it worse is my other eye doesn't move, so I just have one eye rapidly moving. I think my eye plots this. I truly believe it is a conspiracy to prove to me that my vision is rapidly deteriorating from peering at a laptop screen. I stare at my laptop for hours daily as I write articles, look for jobs and stare hopefully at the email icon at the bottom for a message to pop up. I wear glasses to complete my nerdy attire, but I'm wondering if their magic is wearing then.

My new twitchy friend wasn't behaving well, as it decided to act up on the road while I was running errands. There I was, driving down the road in a warm car with sunlight gently warming my thighs. A slow song was playing on the radio and traffic was backed up. For a tired person, this was not conductive to waking up. It was like putting me into a soft cozy bed and expecting me to cook dinner.

Then, the eye started. It twitched and wiggled about as I squinted into the traffic and tried not to get into a wreck. I felt like I was moving languidly through water as my eye decided it was happier looking out the window than in front of me. Have you ever seen on of those lizards whose eyes look different directions? That was me.

So, I went into the grocery store as the crazy twitchy lady. My eye loved all the bright fluorescent lights and wiggled and squiggled it's way up the aisles. I got a ton of looks, although they were more horrified and disgusted than appreciative glances. Ever since I got married, men barely look at me. With my new twitchy persona, they were hightailing it to the other side of the store before I could put a spell on them.

While I was a bit distressed at my new persona, I saw something that made it all worthwhile. Anyone who knows me knows I am obsessed with dogs. Actually, if you talk to me for about five minutes I will tell you all about my future puppies in such great detail you will run down the street screaming and sticking rocks in your ears to avoid hearing another single word. I am amazed my husband has listened to me babble about dogs daily for three years.

And I saw it today, the most beautiful sign in the world: "Furry Fuzzballls here- come adopt them today!"

The last thing my husband saw was my twitching eye waving back to him as I bolted toward the veterinarians office.

Unfortunately, I was reigned back in without my furry fuzzball, but with my eye still twitching happily.

Tomorrow, I may just have a new little bundle of fuzz. A furry fuzzball perhaps. It will be glorious.

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