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My eye doctor laughed at me again and made me PROMISE him I'd get new glasses.
This is not professional behavior, the mocking. I think it was when he showed me the second line on the eye chart and made me use my right eye and all I could tell him was that I saw "vague bumpish looking things I am assuming are letters."
Sigh.
Anyway, I'm gonna take Mike, Lovell and Bryan so that I pick out something sexy. The problem with trying on glasses is that I'm not WEARING my glasses so my reflection always looks hazy and rather good. Man, if everyone had eyes as bad as mine we'd all think the whole world was really attractive. My eyes are like permanant beer goggles.
In other news, guess who has a job at the Home Depot, working with my Dad?
Ha ha, not me, that's for sure. Last time I worked with Dad it was oppressive and vaguely frightening.
No, BRYAN is working with my Dad, kind of. And he'll be a garden center employee, which is what I did when I worked at another home improvement store with Dad. They will be able to go for lunch at the sushi place together and talk about manly things. And I'm sure they'll find a variety of uncomfortable subjects to bond on, just as Dad and I have been bonding on uncomfortable subjects for 23 years. Come to think of it, Dad doesn't really talk about manly things. The other night I was being really nasty and he just launched into a subject about how it's scientifically proven that there are ingredients in chocolate that cure PMS. It was subtle, yet definately NOT manly. And then we talked about shoes.
He has a theory about shoes and self esteem. He was implying that the lower your self esteem, the more shoes you own. I looked at my various shoes, laying across the floor (strappy wedges, sparkly ballerina flats, blue silk embroidered flip flops, pink satin ankle strap heels...) and told him to shut his face. Thus proving his point about the PMS. Sometimes I'm my own worst enemy. I need to practice looking noncommittal and keeping my fool mouth shut.
Yeah, that's gonna happen.
I'm out like wow.
This is not professional behavior, the mocking. I think it was when he showed me the second line on the eye chart and made me use my right eye and all I could tell him was that I saw "vague bumpish looking things I am assuming are letters."
Sigh.
Anyway, I'm gonna take Mike, Lovell and Bryan so that I pick out something sexy. The problem with trying on glasses is that I'm not WEARING my glasses so my reflection always looks hazy and rather good. Man, if everyone had eyes as bad as mine we'd all think the whole world was really attractive. My eyes are like permanant beer goggles.
In other news, guess who has a job at the Home Depot, working with my Dad?
Ha ha, not me, that's for sure. Last time I worked with Dad it was oppressive and vaguely frightening.
No, BRYAN is working with my Dad, kind of. And he'll be a garden center employee, which is what I did when I worked at another home improvement store with Dad. They will be able to go for lunch at the sushi place together and talk about manly things. And I'm sure they'll find a variety of uncomfortable subjects to bond on, just as Dad and I have been bonding on uncomfortable subjects for 23 years. Come to think of it, Dad doesn't really talk about manly things. The other night I was being really nasty and he just launched into a subject about how it's scientifically proven that there are ingredients in chocolate that cure PMS. It was subtle, yet definately NOT manly. And then we talked about shoes.
He has a theory about shoes and self esteem. He was implying that the lower your self esteem, the more shoes you own. I looked at my various shoes, laying across the floor (strappy wedges, sparkly ballerina flats, blue silk embroidered flip flops, pink satin ankle strap heels...) and told him to shut his face. Thus proving his point about the PMS. Sometimes I'm my own worst enemy. I need to practice looking noncommittal and keeping my fool mouth shut.
Yeah, that's gonna happen.
I'm out like wow.