I’m over at Off Our Chests again today, and this time I’m talking about my glasses, as us four-eyed types sometimes do. Maybe you’d like to come over and check it out?
(P.S. After you read it, maybe you’d like to revisit the eyeball wrangler days, back when I thought Chickadee would never be able to manage her own contacts. It did take a couple of months, but it’s all a distant memory, now. None of that was relevant to the story I wanted to tell over at OOC, but it still makes me laugh.)