The other day I went to my eye doctor to get my glasses fixed (the little nose cushion thing broke). While I was there they told me that it was time for my annual exam so did I want it. Ok that’s fine. So my exam is going well up until the eye drops part. I HATE eye drops. I can’t stand anything in my eye. All the sudden my eye doctor said “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry I just dilated you!” WHAT?!? I was like “I live 40 minutes away!!!” So I went out to the lobby area to wait for the dilation to happen so she could finish the exam. I typed a couple of unreadable texts then finished my exam. Then it was time to go. Let me remind you that I live in Charlotte, NC and it is as bright here as, I don’t know, THE CENTER OF THE SUN. I asked for glasses. This is what they gave me: A roll up sun shade that goes behind your glasses. THANK THE GOOD LORD I’M NOT SINGLE, cause hooooboy, I would NOT have done well that day with the fellas. Here’s another view. Take in the sexiness. Luckily my sister lives near my eye doctor so I dropped by her house to let the sun go down. On the way there though I realized these roll up sun shades just weren’t cutting it as far as keeping the blinding sun out of my eyes so I added some sunglasses to the mix. That’s 3 levels of optical beauty right there people. Don’t hate.
Last summer I was outfitted with glasses. I’m still not used to them! I forget they’re on all the time. I try to scratch my eye and poke myself right in the glasses. I can’t tell you how often I’ve gotten in the shower with them on and it’s very awkward when I try to put my CPAP mask on my head and my glasses are in the way! I do like the way they help me see though. I only have to wear them for task related things but isn’t everything you do a task? In an unrelated note, I’m back to wearing bangs. I asked CSP if he liked me better with or without bangs and he said “Oh God WITH!” Okaaaay…who knew for the last 8 or so years I’ve been running around with no bangs that he’s been secretly wishing and hoping for some hair to cover my five-head?
Maybe it’s all men, maybe it’s just mine, but I’m noticing some nuttiness lately that can’t be explained. Example, the following picture: This is CSP giving me the finger because I’m trying to capture for posterity how cute he looks in his new glasses. He was convinced the picture would end up on the internet. Well, why deny the inevitable? Here he is, on the internet, looking smart as a whip in his new specs. I fear he’s only a few vulgar hand gestures away from being the crazy old man on our street! A few days after this picture was taken we were in the car. Together. In a vehicle. When CSP says to me “So, what are you doing for dinner?” WHA?? Oh, well I was hoping you’d drop me off at Olive Garden and I’ll meet you back at home. What goes through his head? Please tell me I’m not the only one with a crazy husband out there!