After many months of watching me squint at roadsigns, my husband took it upon himself to make an appointment for me at the eye doctor. I fought it , oh how I fought it.
"Honey...I'm fine! I can see, it's just, you know, sunny! So I'm squinting." (It was night-time).
"Oh Matt, it's okay, I can see, I'm just, uh...tired!"
"But Matt! You won't be able to see my eyes! You love my eyes!" (coyly batting lashes).
He didn't buy it. So last week I went and guess what? I need glasses! After a brief struggle with my own vanity ("I'M TOO YOUNG FOR GLASSES!" Ha...I wish) I grudgingly chose a pair of frames.
As I stood before the vast array of eyeglasses, Matt jokingly said "Oooh I wanna see you in that pair of Ed Hardys!" (for reference...they looked like this)
I just shook my head and smiled. Not my style. I finally chose THE frames, turned to the technician and guess what glasses she was wearing? THOSE EXACT ED HARDY FRAMES.
I may need glasses, but Matt is going to need surgery to get his foot out of his mouth.