I was at the opticians the other day (a spiffy way of saying Wallyworld's Eyemart) and trying on the frame selection. We had Cafeteria Plan money that was threatening to disappear in a poof of some deep corporate pocket if we didn't use it by the end of the year. We appreciate the untaxed medical bennies that we get from the Caf Plan, but c'mon with the Cinderella crap! The lighting in there is really, ahhh, revealing.
I am going grey.
I had a single hair of pure white before the new baby... and now they are Legion. I am not the queen-of-vain but HEY now! The other telling moment was telling the Optometrist how long I have been wearing the Rigid Gas Perm style of contact. Two decades people! Now that the Toric style are so cheapy cheap, and I am no longer finding it worth the effort to shove chips of wet plastic onto my eyeballs... 'cause it HURTS! I thought that we would go the easier, softer route. Too bad the soft contacts suck as well!
O, Lasik why dost thou cost so much?