Last night I left my glasses on my nightstand. Shortly after midnight, I woke up and found two things next to me: a sleeping, hulking toddler and my glasses in this condition.
I know Nathan is the culprit. Mostly because I found his two-year-old thumbprint on the lens. I’m really irritated because I’ve had these glasses for less than a month. Yes, I could have taken better care of them, like lock it in a safe from the prying hands of a toddler whose instinct is to KEEP ME FROM HAVING NICE THINGS. I’m sure that if I had Lasik surgery, he’d poke my eye to ruin the procedure.
It looks like it’s broken at the hinge. Do you think a repair is even possible?
I wish I could travel back in time and celebrate my birthday all over again. At least my glasses were still in tact and my stomach was full of sugary pastries. My future was so bright, I had to wear Transitions lenses.