It appears that the luck of the English/Irish/Romanian Jew/Dutch genes has finally given up the ghost. That is, the magical-ness that was my fabulous gene pool is letting me down (despite my sister's arguments that we have great vision because we used to sit at the dinner table, after dinner, eating carrot sticks). Apparently, I need glasses. The doctor said I'm a teeny bit farsighted, and I only need them for "using the computer and reading". So basically ALL THE LIVELONG DAY.
Am officially old, now, and don't know how I feel about it. A root canal in need of a root canal, hair dye, a bad back, and now this. Glasses at 41, when I thought my vision was perfect (bedside manner note to Dr. Gardner: it's not good form to tell someone they have excellent vision and then prescribe glasses in the same breath).
The consolation prize, as discussed with
bcjennyo last night is, of course, going shopping for frames.
And for those of you in need of a laugh, check out
LOLVogue. I think my favorites are "I can has nootrentz?" and "i borrode ur tee kozee".
kthxbai