I throw in my sponge! (My make-up sponge.) My inconsolable soul able to weep these tears no more. No more!
I hereby draw the line. (Around my eye!) ((With a felt-tipped applicator that gives me ultimate control.))
Oh! My mumpish existence. If you blur your perception, a fish appears to be consuming my bulbus oculi. Eye? Ideally, I’ll be able to recreate his brother on my other side.
(I’m now ready for tomorrow’s Parent Teacher Conferences.)