It's all well and good to joke around about how They "borrow" stuff in the house. And to blame them for everything that I can't find. And everything that falls over, or develops mysterious cracks and folds.
It's another when they annex the car for their festivities.
Yesterday my Computer Glasses threw a screw. I got up and fetched my Regular Glasses so I could see to put it back in. Nyet. My eye-hand coordination is not good enough to get the tiny screwdriver and the tiny screw lined up and cooperating. Holding the magnifying glass in my mouth didn't help as much as I had hoped.
So, off to the opticians to get Professional Help. Computer Glasses safely tucked into a hard case, Regular Glasses on the face. The operation took a few seconds and off I went.
Enjoyed a beading class where women strung glass beads to send overseas to military and civlilans. Back home again.
On the way home, I notice that my distance vision isn't what it should be. I'm having trouble reading street signs and clearly seeing other cars. Gulp. Not only am I concerned about making it home safely, I am wondering why I am losing this vision.
Back home again in the garage, I remove the glasses from my face and dutifully open the hard case that they live in... only to discover that my Regular Glasses are already safely tucked in there. And the Computer Glasses are already in their hard case.
So... what's up with the third pair of glasses? Where did they come from? And how did they get on my face?
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