Poor, miserable, myopic me. My world used to dazzle and brilliantly shine. Now cloudy grey fog envelopes me. Horrible, disastrous morning! Case knocked into the bathroom basin, contacts slithered down the drain. CRAP.
Trifextra Week Ninety-Seven: This weekend we’re asking you to add thirty of your own words to the following three words for a total of thirty-three. Good luck!