Oh me!

I have a newspaper basket by the TV. I gather the papers there, so if I need to reference a story I can find it. The basket gets emptied the day before trash day.

Ed goes to the hallway to throwup and the basket is within arm's reach.

I had grabbed the newspaper from that basket and managed to get a section to catch the vomit.

I just threw out the paper, maybe the glasses fell in there?

Nope.


I walked over to the fireplace where I threw the puked-on paper.

There, up against the little fireplace shovel tool, were my glasses.

In the commotion - and before I got to sit down and recover?

I bent over and because I was laughing so hard, they must have fallen off of my head!



Thanks for the prayers, they worked!