Pink Eye

Mia ended up with pink eye this weekend. Apparently, you can pick up pink eye from just about anything. We picked up some meds for her and then she had to endure being held down and having the drops forced in to her eyeballs. It was awful. She would put up a big fight and be angry with us for some time afterwards. This happened all weekend, 3 times a day.



Poker night had a great turn-out. Enough to run 2 tables. Gloriously, I was the first one to have to buy in after a couple big losing hands of Texas Hold-'Em. The homebrew was a bust, since somehow we ran straight out of CO2, not an hour in to it. My fault for not checking the remaining pressure before hauling it down to the Monkey Ranch. So, now there's 4.5 gallons of ESB remaining to drink on the next poker night. I was at a loss for the night, but not by much. Right towards the end of the night, I ended up feeling like ass and horking all stomach contents in to the MR toilet. It was a two-flusher. Knowing I hadn't had more than 4 beers in the 6 hours we'd been playing, I figured it had more to do with eating nearly nothing all day and having no more than 7 hours of sleep in the previous 2 nights. Either way, I played out the last few hands of poker in a daze and had an interesting trip home in the borrowed hippy van.

Kitchen still isn't done. Quit asking.