Snap, Crackle, Pop

That’s the sound I heard a couple of nights ago when I stepped on my eyeglasses.

This was a sad event.  Myself, I enjoy seeing.  And I just can’t without glasses.

Luckily I had an old pair in the glove compartment of my car.  But, as with so many things in life, this is a trade-off.  Yes, I can now see.  But these are 10-year-old glasses. This means I now look like Harry Potter - more than any 30-something woman has a right to.

I’m not too bummed, though.  This is only the second time in almost three decades of wearing glasses that I’ve broken my glasses.  The first time was when a nasty child I unfortunately went to grade school with deliberately threw a basketball at my head and broke my glasses, so that actually wasn’t my fault.  And wouldn’t you know, she grew up to be a police officer in my hometown.  Yikes! I’m glad I don’t live there any more.

Also, I ordered new glasses when I went to the optometrist last Thursday so I only have to look like Mrs. Harry Potter, Sr., for about 10 more days.

And I got really lucky with my car.  The mechanics went over it with a fine-tooth comb and couldn’t find a thing wrong with it.  So it just needed its annual inspection, which was $39.70.

You win some, you lose some.