Framed

Ok. So I finally got new glasses. When I got my last pair, 6 years ago, I was rushed by my infant daughter demanding to be nursed. As a result, I settled for a pair that the glasses helper lady said "Oh those are nice" about (probably because they were the most expensive pair I'd put on) despite the fact that I didn't really like them. In no time at all I grew to hate them. They were not very flattering but they were 100 percent mine. Ah well, I had a new infant and how I looked in my glasses I'm sure was better than how I looked in my sweats and t-shirt with a spit up stain on the shoulder. Especially since a whole day could pass without my having once brushed my hair. But that's another blog.

Eventually though, I graduated from sweats and baby stained clothes and my glasses just stuck out worse. I'm not sure when they got bent out of shape, but I never even bothered to have them adjusted. I looked as though I had my head permenantly cocked to one side in a contemplative manner. Except that my head was perfectly aligned upon my shoulders. In short, I looked ridiculous.

But all that has finally changed. I picked out my own frames this time, taking all the time I needed and leaving no pair untested. I am now the proud owner of glasses that I actually like. I was able to test them out on my best friend tonight, whom to my relief, liked them quite well. I'd asked my husband what he thought right after I'd gotten them. Fishing for compliments from my husband though, is quite an adventure all in it's own. He's incapable of just saying, "They look nice, I like them". Instead, I get a 20 minute rendition of Ray Ramone (everybody loves Raymond) stumbling all over himself. Somewhere in the middle of his tirade I specifically remember him saying "I mean, they're glasses" followed by multiple ways to qualify that to mean something better than what it sounded. Finally, at the end of his word vomit episode, I said "So you like them?" to which he replied "yes".

God love 'em.

So there you have it.