I decided to devote Thursdays to book recommendations but um, I’m sorry. Already dropped the ball. In fact, I dropped the ball without ever having picked up the ball. Which is kind of awesome, when you think about it. 

My reason for not getting it together enough to write a book recommendation? I have a stye. Alternatively spelled sty. It’s basically a pimple on my eyelid. You know how when you feel nauseous you’re like: oh my god, how did I go around not feeling nauseous for so long without appreciating every minute? That’s how I feel about my sty. Regular pimples pale in comparison. Regular pimples don’t deform your face. My eyelid looks like a greasy pink slug. I swear. A greasy, drooping, puffy pink slug. I look like the kind of woman who hobbles around, chews cloves and mumbles spells under her breath. I also look like this:

Seriously. How did I walk around not looking like that for so long and not appreciate every minute? 

Instead of a book, I recommend you check out “The Goonies.” It’s one of my all time favorite movies, and — as you can see — my eyelid has a starring role. 

xo