Although I am getting older, I am blessed with my mom's anti-aging gene. The gene where you look younger.
So even tho I am closer to my 50th birthday then, say, my 45th birthday, I am told that I don't look my age.
I am happy with that.
And during the past few years when my friends started to need reading glasses, I still had good vision.
I tormented my friends mercilessly.
I was happy with that.
So last year, when I finally needed those dreaded reading glasses, I chose to embrace the concept with a pair of designer reading glasses. If I needed reading glasses, I would not accept a pair of $1.99 drugstore glasses.
I bought a pair of $30 zebra striped reading glasses.
If I needed reading glasses, then dammit, I was going to make a statement!
And I was happy with that.
Love them ot hate them, everyone noticed my reading glasses.
So apparently, did Rocco.
I left them on the nightstand.
I KNOW! I KNOW!
The next morning, when I heard a "crunch" sound, I assumed it was Rocco eating his rawhide bone.
I KNOW! I KNOW!
I turned around to discover that it was not a bone, but my $30 reading glasses.
That now looked like this.
There is one lens missing and one arm missing.
I went from four~eyes to three~eyes in one crunch.
And I am not happy with that.
Especially since in desperation last night I actually put on those glasses, closed one eye (the one with out a reading lens) and tried to read the mail.
Sigh.
I guess I am much older than I thought that I was, since I looked like a crazy lady wearing those glasses.
I am thankful that my husband does not know how to work my camera or my picture would be on this blog today as well.
And I am HAPPY about that.
Friday, February 12, 2010
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