I have a sty in my eye.  It appeared while I was on vacation and then it moved around.  Sometimes it was in my right eye, sometimes in my left, sometimes on the top lid, sometimes on the bottom.  This vacation was a really active one, where we woke up and blasted out of the hotel, eager to get to some Canadian adventure or other.  So, I did what was necessary—I put my contacts in and coated that gross little bastard with a thick streak of eyeliner every morning and didn’t give it a thought until bedtime.  Being a family of five, we brought everything with us on our vacation but the kitchen sink, oh, and anything to remove eye makeup.  So, I used baby wipes.  Yes, I realize that they have drug stores in Vancouver, too, and I could have easily popped in to any one of them and bought myself some proper eye makeup removal products.  But, we were always in kind of a hurry to see the sights and I didn’t even think about it until each night, when I stood there, baby wipe in hand, gazing at the red pustule on my eyelid.

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