Better One, or Two?
Mom and Eric and I went to the eye doctor today, because Eric and I need new glasses. I saw the eye doctor, which is always unpleasant, not because of physical pain that results from it, but because of all the weird tests that you have to go through. For those of you with the good genes who have never been to the eye doctor before, this is how it goes. They sit you down in a fancy chair and put this thing up to your eyes that has about a bazillion lenses on it and they put these small letters up on a screen and ask you to read them, and then they will switch lenses around to see which one is in better focus.
Is it better one, or two?
Three or four?
And I hate asking them to repeat it because they get upset because they don't think you are paying attention and sometimes they both look the same to me and it makes me want to explode. Whew. After the doctor checked me out I looked at some new frames and picked out some ones that I liked. Eric had his appointment too, and while he was searching for new frames, I purposely found the most ridiculous ones I could and waited for them to spot me wearing them. A good time was had by all. Not really. Cedar Point tomorrow....again!
That's all for now.