Pink Eye, otherwise known as Conjunctivitis, which I woke up with this morning. It’s not really painful, just itchy like crazy, and means staying home from work for a day because it’s so contagious before starting the drops. It also means a co-pay at the doctor’s office for about five minutes of their time and throwing away all of the eye makeup I’ve used for the past few days. Definitely the bad.
Now for the Ugly, Pepto-Bismol. My mom gave it to me for motion sickness when I was a kid. It doesn’t work for that, not at all, and that’s all I’m going to say on the matter. My sister says I’ve held onto a childhood trauma for way too long, but I can barely stand to walk past the stuff in the store. I definitely can’t bear even the thought of actually ingesting it. Definitely the ugly.
Now for the good, and yes, I realize I’ve gone through the good, the bad, and the ugly a little backwards, but I wanted to end on a positive note; pink roses. I love them. Actually, I love all roses, but pink roses are definitely my favorite. I know some people think they’re a little too traditional or boring, but I think they’re classy and beautiful. Pink roses are also considered to be an expression of poetic romance, so I’m very happy when my husband gives them to me.
So there you have it, the good, the bad, and the ugly of pink.