a little comedy

Sometimes I feel like Jim Carrey in that movie where he lived in a bubble world and everything around him was scenery and actors. I can't recall the name but sometimes my life just seems so chock full of comedy that I think "did that really happen"? I mean "really"??? Clearly there is a camera somewhere.

The other night I took my daughter and her two best friends out for a "girls night out". I was informed by my daughter on the way over that I was absolutely not to say anything to embarrass her. I pride myself on being a "cool" mom but I guess what's cool to a seven year old may be lost on a 39 year old. I asked her to explain this and she said to limit my conversation to "hello" and "how are you". I am obviously not as cool as I think I am.

We went to Steak and Shake and ate chicken fingers and fries. And most importantly honey mustard and cheese dip. I admit--i like my dips. I can't imagine a world without dip. My hips can't imagine a world without dip. But I digress.

So afterwards we proceed to the movies--Gnomio and Juliet. Very cute movie though I missed the first 20 minutes navigating through my own personal comedy which is where the story really begins.

So the moviebegins and I put on the 3D glasses. And I kid you not--I feel my right contact pop out of my eye. I mean, how does that happen? Its a soft contact. Nothing came in contact with my eyeballs.

And the worst part of it is that I think it just fell into my popcorn. So I start lightly picking around the popcorn. but to no avail. And I can't find it on my shirt, pants or seat. Bye bye contact.

(I am learning that I need to always carry around a back-up vision plan. Turtles steal my glasses. Popcorn steals my contacts. And I have to reiterate that I am legally blind).

Normally I might have just closed an eye and attempted to adjust to seeing with one eyeball. But I am supposed to drive home three 7-year girls in the pouring rain. Some people have eyepatches so perhaps this would have worked. But I am not used to being a pirate. I do not want to attempt it this particular evening.

So thankfully I have an amazing boyfriend who saved us all from imminent death by bringing me my glasses. It was all very ninja-like--him sneaking into the theater and quickly passing me the glasses. I appreciated this very much since my coolness factor was dwindling even in my own eyes. Or eye since I can't see out of one.

But the worst part is that at the moment I became comfortable knowing I would be able to see again--I continued eating my popcorn which seemed strangely chewy. I had just chewed up my own contact. Awesome.

Anyway--after the movie I ended up just telling the girls. And they sort of looked at me like I was strange.

So I get home from the trip and asked my daughter how I did. She raised her thumb to an almost upright position. She said "mom, you were almost cool".

Somehow I think thats as good as it will ever get. And I am ok with that. We all need the ability to laugh at ourselves. It balances out the stress.

The universe has a fabulous sense of humor. She is almost cool.