I replaced my frames earlier this week cause my 2 year old crunched them beyond rebendablitly. It still amazes me the amount of damage an otherwise happy and delightful child can inflict. I swear if I ever win the lottery (because that's what it would take), the first thing I will do once I've deposited that precious, giant, near-billboard-sized check is make way to the nearest opthamologist for the laser surgery.
I hate my glasses. I hate wearing them. I hate buying them. And I totally hate having to re-buy them. Again. Grrr! /rant
The last thing my glasses did for me (well, besides providing rather decent vision, considering) was take a chunk out from between my eyes. That's what I get for wearing them inside a motorcycle helmet and choosing (choosing?) to impact the pavement at a tangential 60-60mph. If I'd been wearing contacts, I'd probably still have that dear chunk of flesh. Hmm.
Yeah, I'm practically blind without my glasses, so living with them isn't really a choice. Fortunately for me, I know better than to get on a motorcycle. Sorry about your missing chunk. That's got to make for an interesting scar though.
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I hate my glasses. I hate wearing them. I hate buying them. And I totally hate having to re-buy them. Again. Grrr! /rant
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And yet.
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now it's just a bit extra-shiny and a bit pink, and a bit missing. :)
I don't think I'm ever going to learn my motorcycle lesson. I like them way too much.
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