Healing powers

Sleepless had something in her eye the other day and it wasn’t me or an apple, rather, something on her contact. “Do you have contact solution?” She asked me and added, “I think I left some here once.” “I think I did, but I’m pretty sure I threw it out because it was expired,” I replied. “Oh, I don’t really think it expires,” she told me. I wonder if that is true for the expired condoms I tossed out the day prior. Oh well, too late now.

While Sleepless and I were scouring through my cardboard medicine box for contact solution, or something like it, Live Longer provided an alternative solution. “My saliva has healing powers. Put anything in my mouth,” she proudly told us. We followed her instruction by giving her another glass of wine.

Live Longer enjoyed her wine, Sleepless removed her contact, and Ice Cream Man, once again, became the only man at the table. We began discussing anxiety causing situations when Ice Cream Man boldly told Sleepless,”I’ve got documented anxiety problems but yours are clinical and far worse.” Uh oh. Looks like Sleepless’ contact isn’t her only irritant today. Ice Cream Man may want to try taking his foot out of his mouth and putting it in Live Longer’s mouth because that comment is going to require some major healing powers.