Lately I've been having a can of tuna for lunch. I drain it with a special drainer I have, mix in some miricle whip lite, slap it on a wheat tortilla with some spinach, cheese, and a pickle, and go to town. Today as I was draining the water off of my tuna...well, you know how when you cut a grapefruit sometimes you get shot in the eye? OK, so picture that, only a fountain of nasty tuna juice squirts onto my forhead. The tiniest of drops gets in my hair.

And today of all days I dressed up a little for work. No reason. Just felt like wearing a skirt. This is the nicest I've looked in weeks.

And now I smell like tuna.

Gross.