Here's Spackle In Your Eye!

[ This post is courtesy of my brother Roy. Thank you, Roy - this still makes me giggle. ]

My birthday was a couple of weekends ago. For my birthday, I decided to treat myself to a luxurious weekend of painting my apartment and moving heavy furniture around. (The 90-degree weather made it a perfect day for all of that, too.) Saturday morning, Kenyon and I start to work on painting the long hallway in my house. Kenyon even puts me on Spackle Patrol! (I'd previously been on Primer Detail, but never Spackle Patrol). So spackling away I went, spackling here, spackling there, and getting spackle, spackle everywhere. It was kinda fun.

So, eventually I stop spackling, I don't remember why, and take a break. I come back to check my work and inspect the top of a doorframe to see if the spackle there has dried yet. All of a sudden, I feel something fall into my eye. Blink-blink-blink, rub-rub-rub, nothing's moving it. Okay, fine, I go get my eye wash. Wash-wash-wash, blink-blink-blink, rub-rub-rub. Still nothing. Kenyon looks at my eye and can see a little white dot, waaaaaay far back there. But it's definitely not moving, and now my eye is starting to burn. And now I start getting panicky.

So what do you (well, I) do when you start getting panicky because you have something stuck in your eye? Call Mom!

Mom calms me down, tells me it'll probably work itself out over time, but says to ask Kenyon if he'll try to swab it with a Q-tip. (Which he'd already offered to attempt, but wasn't sure if it was a good idea). Mom tells me that's all they'd do at the ER anyway, and Kenyon has steady hands, so it's definitely worth a shot. As miserable and freaked-out as I am, I definitely don't want to go to the hospital.

Kenyon dutifully gets a Q-tip, arranges himself over my eye, pulls my lid back, takes 1 swipe and gets the damned thing out. (Way to go Kenyon!!! My sanity and my eye thank you forever!) And I swear, it was the size of a boulder. Okay, it was actually miniscule. Hard to see it at all, except for the fact that it was white. But it felt like a boulder... It really was a piece of spackle that had adhered itself to the inside of my eyelid. Yuuuuuuucky.

So, all's well that ends well that day. (And now you know why safety glasses are such a good idea.) The next day was the big birthday bash at my parents' house. And when it came time for the champagne, Roy blessed us with our newest family toast:

"Here's spackle in your eye!"

Tee hee. Love you Roy. :)

-J, who will no longer stand directly under her spackling work.