I have worn glasses for most of my life. You know the heredity thing, well this is what I got. Lucky me. Couldn't get contacts, had to be glasses. So whenever anyone in the house complained about their eyes, the instantly went to the eye doctor. Then when you turn a certain age, your eyes get old and change again for the worst.
Stacy wore glasses and so did Bobby. One day Bob complained about not being able to see like he use to. Yep, he got an eye appointment. He needed glasses. He did good with them for a while. A few years later he decided he didn't need them anymore. He refuses to go back because he doesn't need them. One day he was at Walmart and bought a pair of magnifier glasses. I could only laugh. So for the next few months, it was ~ "Have you seen them?" No but I do know where mine are.
Then one day we were in a close out store and he found a pack of 3. It was like a little boy at Christmas! He tried them on, decided they were okay, and off he went. I stood there in disbelief. "I thought you didn't need glasses?" His answer was, "I don't." "Then why are you buying glasses?" "So I can see." When we got home, he put a pair upstairs and one downstairs, the last one went in his pocket. Guess I will never understand this one. Oh well.
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