Both Joe and myself have had eye doctor appointments over the last couple of weeks.
That’s strategic. We usually have money left over in our Flexible Spending Account that we need to use and buying new glasses is a qualifying purchase.
When I was in high school and college, I wore contacts, and I thought I’d give them another try. They’re no more comfortable for me now than they ever were.
Joe saw me fumbling with my new contacts and decided that he’d like to give them a try, too.
And then the eye doctor found something troublesome in Joe’s eyes that may be glaucoma or may be residual damage from his heart troubles.
And then I had to have my contacts checked.
And then the contacts weren’t working out, and I had to try a different brand.
And get them checked again.
You get the idea. We’ve been in the eye doctor’s office two or three times a week since before Christmas.
Grace now walks in the door and says, Where my pink glasses? or Mommy, I want bring my pink glasses home with me today. Okay?
Grace doesn’t need glasses, in case you’re wondering.
And if that’s not enough, Grace‘s pink glasses are adult-sized.
I think she’s so dorky in the glasses. And so unbelievably cute.
And so tall.
I only wish I’d had my regular camera with me on one of the trips.
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