Brushing my eye

You would think, being that I have had roughly 30,000 practice runs, I would be pretty good at brushing my teeth. At least good enough to not miss my mouth! You would be wrong. Mid cleaning, my hair got hooked on a push pin in the wall, I turned to remove it and when I turned back around... POW! Right in the eye! My left eye is now minty fresh. Suprisingly it did not sting as bad as soap. It was mostly my husbands fault. He wanted to use the restroom so I stepped out in to the hallway to finish brushing. And the push pin was uncovered because the frame had fallen off and broke, and had not yet been fixed. Yep, his fault!