Living on the Edge

Mother of God, I reached up to scratch my eye and my hot-sauce anointed finger almost touched it before I realized what I was about to do and I totally yelled "S-tt-o-o-opp-p" and my finger only got an eyelash instead. Now, If I can keep myself from blinking for the rest of the day, I should be able to get through this trauma just fine without getting up to rinse my eyelash and finger. It should be a challenge to refrain from blinking for the next four hours. But I'll do it. Because I believe in freedom.