I'll be damned, the Devil does wear Prada ........
Well happy late Thanksgivings all around. It sounds like everyone had a pretty go go-round for the feasting, myself included. We went to Bay City to visit Shannon's family for dinner, then drove back home to eat leftovers with my Mom. All in all a satisfying day. I had to work Friday, but Shannon got her Christmas shopping on so we have most of our shopping done which is nice. This takes us to Saturday. Saturday was family picture day, where me and Shannon got together with her brother, sister-in-law and the niece and nephew to take a bunch of various pictures for the holiday and even a few engagement photos. This wasn't the real story though (seriously though, fuck Olan Mills), the story was that earlier in the day I finally got some glasses. I realized about 10 years ago while in college that I needed them. Sitting in those nice big 150 person classrooms and not being able to read the board taught me that it was time to get something done. I did go and get some glasses back then, but I hated them and never wore them. They were ugly and uncomfortable (I don't know how to shop for glasses, so sue me) and I just didn't wear the things until I eventually just pitched 'em. Well Shannon decided it was time for to stop squinting at everything, so we headed out to D.O.C.. The eye exam and other stuff was easy despite the fact that my eye doctor (I'm not going to try and spell opthamologist .... dammit) had horrible B.O. despite looking very clean and well kept. It was weird. Also, those glaucoma tests can suck a donkey. So yeah, when it came to picking glasses I sat down and realized that the eyeglass industry is a trendy bitch. They had Armani glasses, Guess, Calvin Klein, even fucking Hummer (the car company) had a line of glasses. I picked these cool black rimmed glasses that made me look like fat Elvis Costello, but I was told they were too old for me, so I ended up with a pair of green tortoise PRADA glasses. I own something made by Prada, so I'm now officially part of the evil machine. I mean, they do look good, but I'm not much for high fashion. When Shannon's Coach wallet fades away, I'll officially be trendier than her. Oh well. suck on that bitches. I just need a Prada man-purse and then you can drop me in South Beach.