Do you remember that episode of friends where Phoebe finds out about Chandler and Monica? She is standing in the window screaming, "My eyes! My, eyes!" One of my favorite scenes from friends. Ever!
Yes this post is about eyes, but I digress. Last weekend was another pretty busy weekend in the Breakey house hold.
Captain Kid has been complaining recently about his eye site. Not nagging or anything, just mentioning in passing that his eyes bother him when spends too much time staring at the computer or how the cheaters he has are no longer working. Personally I think he just hated wearing them because he had to keep them on the end of his nose. It was really cute, but he didn't need them to see for distance, only for close up reading.
Friday night we went out to dinner with some really good friends to celebrate fellow tweeter, @PattyBlount's birthday. No, she wasn't there but we did have a toast in her honor. We went to one of our favorite restaurants, a local Irish pub. Anyway, the point here was he couldn't read the menu. I had to read it for him, which irritated him to no end.
On Saturday we went and got his eyes checked and guess what? He needs glasses. And not just any type of glasses. Bifocals. I am not going to lie, this just tickled me.
He picked out two pairs of glasses, cause it was buy one get one free, and was able to pick them up the same day. For me having to wear glasses has been at times both trying and rewarding. But for the most part annoying. I have looked into getting the surgery but am not eligible because of my astigmatism.
Okay, maybe that makes me small because I get such a charge out of his new glasses, but honestly I don't think he is bothered by it at all. I told him it was refreshing that he was no longer perfect. Of course his smart remark to that was he never was and if felt that he was on a pedestal it was only because I had put him there. So, I knocked him off. He looks pretty good from where I am standing now. Glasses and all.