So it’s time, truth be told it’s way overdue.
I need to get my 41 year old eyes checked. I see fine, I really do! I think. So why is it that every time I pick up the phone and start to dial the number of the Optometrist I suddenly remember I have something incredibly important to do like laundry, or clean out the fridge or um pee? Yah, just about anything to delay THAT call. Why? Well, because I’m pretty sure I will not make it out of the office this time without my very first pair of glasses. You see the last time I went in to see the lovely Optometrist he looked right into my stressed out and bloodshot peepers, grinned and slyly said “Well, you don’t need glasses, this time”. What?! To be honest, I was pretty sure I flunked that eyesight test and was doing everything I could to prepare myself for the announcement that my middle aged eyes needed professional help. I had visions of him taking away my car keys and not allowing me to leave the office until some coke style thick lenses with granny frames were firmly perched upon my nose. I was not happy about this future vision of myself, but as a grown up woman I was steeling myself not to cry in front of a Doctor about a pair of stupid glasses.
and the fact that what it really meant was that I was now officially old, all my sexy gone
You see, I don’t have anything against glasses, it’s just this; I’m vain. Yep. I am not a girl who should ever wear hats and I’m pretty sure I am not a girl who can pull off glasses. Sigh and help!
Given the fact that I tried my sister’s glasses on last month, you know, just for fun and realized I could see signs way off in the distance BETTER with her glasses on then without, I think it might be time to stop all this childish procrastinating, bite the bullet and make. that. call.
So wish me luck and then tell me this, do you think a cougar can still wear glasses?