As we were flipping channels the other night, we came across a show about the Chippendales dancers. They were showing a bunch of women stuffing some guy's underwear with money. Then they showed him in the dressing room pulling a bunch of bills from his crotch and I turn to hubby and say, "Yay...sweaty ball money...let's count that!" (being all sarcastic of course). He turns to me and says deadpan, "That's probably how you got pink eye."

Eeeeeeewwwww......

I am currently stuck at home with pink eye of all things. I feel like Eric Cartman..."Scott Baio gave me pink eye!" It totally sucks. My eye is all red and hurty. It itches like crazy and I have to constantly wash my hands so I don't spread it to anyone else. I haven't had this since I was a kid. Just one of the hazards of working at a bank handling dirty money all day I guess.

Boo-urns!