I have my first stye-in-the-eye. I have done everything that has been suggested to have it run its course to no avail. People actually cringe when they look at me. Each and every student I worked with shared their opinions (I didn't even know that a fifth grader knew the word putrid) Now I know the true meaning of "eyesore". In addition, my dog ate two fifty dollar bills the other night. Recovery operations are underway. Trust me, you don't want the details.On top of that, my son's friend backed into my car leaving a nasty mark. The final payment on the vehicle had just been made. I'm hoping my life turns around this weekend. The health department stopped by with a friendly reminder that it is unacceptable to dwell in squalor. Just kidding about the last thing, but a clean-up campaign is desperately needed.