or something ;).
Friday morning I was preparing for the day. For some reason I couldn't get my contact in my right eye, after several attempts I finally got it in. I went grocery shopping, got Stu from work so I could go to school. As I sat down in the classroom I thought "my right eye is really blurry, weird" so I blinked hard, then rubbed it lightly to try and get my contact in the right position. I assumed my eye was just being weird so I ignored the blurriness the rest of the day.
At the end of the night I tried to get my right contact out, I couldn't feel it (this is where you guys that know me begin to chuckle :P). I tried and tried and tried, no luck. I come out and ask Stu "help me find my contact, I think I got it stuck up under my lid or something, he looked and looked and finally said "it's not in there, you dropped it taking it out" So we look all around the bathroom, I find a torn up, dried out, contact lens.
That's right, in the morning, I as I was putting my contact in I somehow managed to drop it and not notice! So I'm out one contact and keep laughing at myself, I didn't notice that my contact was missing all day and didn't notice it wasn't in my freaking eye as I was gouging it out trying to get my contact out.
Talent, yeah, that's it ;)