Back from the eye doctor. 

I've never, in all my life, had my eyes examined.  Interesting experience, that I'm not sure I want to go through again.  It wasn't as invasive as the prostate exam I had a few weeks ago (that's a subject best not discussed in polite company, so I won't.  I assume everyone reading this is 'polite'.  I could be wrong.) but it wasn't a lot of fun.  Bright flashing lights, looking through all sorts of complicated machinery, so forth.  The interesting part was the Dr. (Insert a nice «oooooo!» here.)  He was cute! Quite tall, about 6'3 or 4, I would guess.

I'm a sucker for tall guys.  And, he had hair.  Lots of it.  Thick and wavy.  (bastard!) 

So, he told me to look through these little glass things, asked me which seemed better, if they were fuzzy or not,  and filled out a bunch of paperwork.  Then I got to pick the frames.  Not a SINGLE Dame Edna 'wings with rhinestones' pair in the lot.   They had everything from skinny little slits to oversized Sally Jesse Raphael owl-eyes.  But no 'wings'.

Shit.

I picked out a pair.  They're nice, I guess, as far as glasses go.  I get them in 2 to 2 1/2 weeks. It's gonna be nice to see what the world looks like. 

At least I think it will. 

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