Tall Drink of Water

The Joy of Specs, the Pain of Bad Puns

I'm sure both my readers are dying to know what happened next in The Saga of the Specs.

Wednesday morning, the bridge snapped for the second time. The Krazy Glue ate away at the plastic, just as Alison predicted. I was forced to wrap masking tape around the two pieces yet again. Andrew was kind enough to document my geeky glasses for posterity (complete with nerd expression).

I was able to get a Thursday morning appointment with my optometrist. The good news: my vision has remained fairly steady for the past 3+ years, and my eyes are very healthy. Hooray! The bad news: I don't have eye insurance. Boo! Luckily, my wonderful buddy Regina sent me some designer frames (Shiny Dark Blue, although they look darker than the pic) that fit just fine on my face. I can even slam dance/head bang and they stay put. Rock on! I want to thank 'Gina and her workmate/instigator Lena for passing them along. Every penny counts as I wait for freelancing checks!

I also decided to get Transition Lenses; it'll be nice to be outdoors in the sun and not have to squint. Greg and Kirsti both had positive things to say about them, and I trust Kirsti's opinion. I should get the glasses by next Wednesday. Until then, I'm just more of a spaz than usual.