Sunday, August 24, 2008

A blonde moment not involving illness (I hope)!

"I sat on my glasses," I say to MadFather, pouting.

He takes the glasses off me and bends the arms for a while. "Any better?" he says.

I put them on again. "They're less crooked," I say, "but for some reason I can't see very clearly out of them."

"Oh," he says, taking back the glasses and fiddling some more. "Now?" he says.

"Hm," I say. "They feel totally normal but everything is blurred."

MadFather's face cracks into a smile. "Do you have your contact lenses in Billygean?"

"Oh," I say. "Maybe."

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