Frickin' lasers

This afternoon I had a laser beam fired into my right eye. How was your day?

( Truly, it was not as fun as you might think. )

Again, I'll end with good news: I got to stop by the middle school at the end of the day, and briefly saw my beloved seventh-grade english teacher Mrs. P. That was worth the trip to Columbus. Also, Mom took me out for pity ice cream afterwards and, like any five-year-old, I felt a little better.