I went to the eye doctor again this morning. Everything looks great and I don't have to go back now for a year. Eye is hunky-dory and I ordered my new lenses for my glasses so now I'll see crystal clear once I get them back.
I'm actually wearing my contacts now for the first time in a long while and I don't even need to order new ones... with them in I am seeing 20/15 which I think is pretty darn good, yeah?
So I arrive home, round up the family, and out the door we head again to get mochas and a snack and to go for a drive. We get situated in the car and I turn to my husband and say, "So... do I look any different to you?"
"What do you mean? Different?"
"Well, you know, you're so used to seeing me in my glasses nowadays... do I look different to you wearing my contacts and now wearing my glasses?"
"Uh nope.. you don't. You look just like you..."
And there's a short pause of silence followed by...
"Besides, I don't ever look at you in the face... I always talk to your chest."
Men. You gotta love the honest ones.
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OMG he's freakin hysterical!
M~
I think my wife and I have had the same conversation before...only she doesn't wear glasses. It was something about a hair cut I think.
Cute :)
That made me laugh out loud. At least he's honest.
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