Let me rephrase that

Last night I mentioned that I was doing OK. Well, that was before the incident. For whatever reason, Michael thought it would be funny to stick his pinkie finger in my ear. I did not want this to happen and in my quest to struggle away, I punched myself in the eye. Yes, you heard me…I managed to punch MYSELF in the eye.

It reminds me of the time I attempted to put Chupa’s eye gook in Elizabeth’s ear. She about fell off the bed trying to escape, while I laughed so hard I was headed onto the hardwoods after her. I didn’t understand at the time why she was so opposed to that. Well…now I get it. A finger, eye gook, scissors, keys and pencil tips, they belong elsewhere. Stick them in your ear, and you are liable to get punched in the eye.