Because clearly I win at life

This morning during my usual perusal of what needed to picked/squeezed/extracted/otherwise tortured on my face, I was making a *ahem* withdrawal by squeezing at the bridge of my nose when PING! my nose ring went SHOOTING OUT OF MY FACE.  Seriously: that thing made air!  I didn't have my damned contacts in yet, so Chebbar had to stop getting dressed to help me find the little bastard.  It was funny.

And then tonight, because I'm such a classy broad, I licked pizza sauce off my iPod, even though my napkin was sitting right there.  What?  It made sense at the time.