true story - my daughter's house ate my glasses.
or, more accurately, my daughter's couch ate my glasses. true story.
i remember the day perfectly......i was sitting on her couch, the twins were grabbing at my glasses, and so i took them off. i set them beside me on the couch, with the idea that i would put them somewhere safe in a minute. once i managed to get up off that couch with two toddlers hanging onto me.
well, that minute never came. by the time i got around to putting my glasses somewhere safe, they were gone. disappeared. vamoosed. outa here.
we searched high and frickin' low. we have searched high and frickin' low about a thousand times since it happened, but the conclusion is always the same: the couch ate my glasses.
anyway, yesterday, i finally went out and bought myself a snazzy new pair of glasses. the way i know that they are snazzy is that the flaming guy who sold them to me said, "oooooooooooo, snazzy! cute, cute, cute! if i liked girls, i'd take you and those glasses home!" (true story)
anyway, the way i've got it figured, now that i've plunked down half a thousand dollars for these snazzy, cute, cute, cute glasses......the way i've got it figured is, when i go over to abby's today to babysit the twins, i figure i'll discover that their couch has suddenly tossed up my old glasses.
well, that's ok. they say you should always have an extra pair on hand anyway.
(although i can't see me ever taking off this snazzy, cute, cute, cute pair that some guy told me he'd take me home in. i don't care if he was gay.)
