This creature might just be the most odd looking and adorable. A Hedgehog was used as a weapon by a man in New Zealand, March 2007. He faces up to 5 years in prison if convicted. Mrs. Bruner's class at Elementary West in Michigan have a hedgehog as a class pet. Her name is Hedgeetta. She is married to a hedgehog named Gonzo. They had a litter of Hoglets in the fall.
In other news, (which I just spelled noose...) my eye is drastically irritated, red, and painful. Super awesome, I know. When I woke up this morning it was just kind of red, but I remember rubbing it all night, which probably didn't contribute anything positive to the situation. So, I wore glasses instead of contacts, and forewent the mascara. However, right as I got to work, Amy said, "Rachel, your eye is so red! What's wrong with you?"
Thanks Amy. Really. I hadn't noticed.
It was getting redder and more gross and painful as the day went on. Now, most of the time I really enjoy my job. Condensed, I get to pick cute clothes to show people, put together outfits, and make sure my customers are lacking for nothing. It's like a jumbo game of Dress Up, where if you dress them up and they like what outfits you picked, they will buy it. However, no one wants to have somebody pick them out clothes who looks like their next accessory choice should be a pirate eye patch. I couldn't even do anything on the computer cause my eye was so light sensitive. For reals, I was a mess. Thankfully, it was an opening shift so there weren't too many guests, and we're still dealing with the thing where we're sending out all the old "unique" sale merchandise, so I got to hang out in the back scanning sean john puffy coats and lime green le tigre polos. My eye at this point felt like a lawn gnome was alternately shining a spotlight in it and then pressing it with his thumb into the back of my brain.
There was no way I was going to be any use for the rest of the day, I was actually worried that my eye was going to fall out of my head. We had ample coverage, so I got to go home early. I was going to go home and take a nap, and if my eye didn't feel any better when I woke up, I was going to go to the optometrist. So, I got myself out to the little Toyota Cressida, got in, and attempted to drive home. I could not for the life of me force either one of my eyes open, it was way to bright outside. I was literally driving with my eyes closed, which is 97.2% of the time a bad idea. I pulled into the closest driveway I could find, and called Bryan to let him know that his girlfriend was broken. He came and picked me up, cause he's awesome, and then I went to sleep until now.