y'know, the Rolling Stones really were visionaries when they said 'what a drag it is getting old.'
visionaries, i tells ya..
not that i want any of 'Mother's Little Helper,' although after today...
as you know, i'm not single. i'm not even bi.
however, i am tri.
as in trifocals.
dude. that soooooooooooooo sucks. in three ways from Sunday.
sorry. it had to be said.
i knew i was buying time, really. it's been harder and harder to read small print on things @ work.
but holy crap, kids. trifocals?! nothing like that to remind me that i ain't a kid.
dammit - my stepfather is 81. he doesn't have bifocals, much less trifocals. my mom is 66 and she doesn't have 'em, either.
must be from dad. thanks, dad. first you left AND you left me with your crappy eyesight.
what the heck. i gotta blame someone.
AND since we were at Costco (where, as you know, you can get EVERYTHING, even a casket), my husband, dear sweet kind Brendan, said perhaps we could look for a walker for me.
heck, even my mother jumped on the dumpbandwagon and said the SPCA would probably have a good place to find a seeing-eye dog.
ah, the love of family.
trifocals. dude. that's SO wrong. and do you think it would be easy finding a pair of glasses i could use for tris? oh heck no. every cute pair i picked up didn't have large enough lenses.
oh. sorry. i guess i'll get these big ass bug eye glasses in orange. especially since i look soooo good in orange.
but thankfully, for my vanity's sake, i did find a pair of cute dark rose metal frames. not as cute as the green & black ones i really wanted, but the lens wasn't big enough (insert sarcastic, smart-ass tone here).
so let's see. i now have trifocals. i have arthritis, AND i started taking meds for acid reflux.
what a drag it is getting old.
hey. maybe i DO want some of Mother's Little Helper. i'd still have the same problems, but crap - i just wouldn't care.
think i can get that @ Costco?