le bien, le mal

A friend of mine thanked me the other day.  "You're a queen," he whispered.  Such a classy thing to say.

A beetle crawled in my eye.  Instead of escaping my furiously blinking lashes, it raced back and forth along my lower lid, trying to burrow into the corners of my eye.  Which was painful.  K rescued me, proving that long nails are almost as beneficial as a really good friend.