And then...I pull some shit like this:
A few mornings ago I have to drag myself out of the bed to get ready for work. This usually occurs between 5:45am and 6:15am.
I mosey into the bathroom to brush the choppers, put my eyeballs in, fix the face, do the hair, the usual.
But this particular morning the brakes are put on at- putting my contacts in.
The left eye is a piece of cake, but the right contact falls out at least a dozen times. Then I can't see quite right so I swap eyes. I waste a half bottle of solution trying to get a move on things, and I stand there for 10 minutes in amazement and totally bewildered that this isn't working.
"Oh god Brett! I can't see a damned thing!" "Do you think my eyes got worse?!" "What's going on?!" And so on....
Brett, "Uhhh....where are MY contacts?"
Me, "Ah crap! Son of a bitch!...they are right here" I then proceed to remove his contacts from my eyes and hold them out for him.
Brett, (after laughing hysterically) "Hey, at least they are really clean now"
Needless to say I am laying off busting dads chops for a while.