For the past two days I've serached for my missing glasses. Searched and searched and racked my bleeding head dry of conscience thought. i mean we are talking total squirrels here ladis and gentllemen.

So in effect I had racked over the floor, turned my bed over, looked on every shelf, surveyed the bathroom, crawled on the living room floor crying praying dementing that I found my lost bits of eighsight.

Till just now I found them in the Kitchen next to the Microwave.

Praise the lord I'm an idiot.

So anyway now that I have some form of sight back I'm hedding off to bed and dreaming of a ideal island location around Alaska where I don't need to search for glasses they just pop up on my head like so much magical influence.

I'm a yoyo.

Yep, losing yer glasses sucks. I lose mine at least once a week, because I tend to just toss them aside as I am falling asleep...

you just need glasses with reticles on them. then you'd never want to take them off.

Buttercup wrote:Yep, losing yer glasses sucks. I lose mine at least once a week, because I tend to just toss them aside as I am falling asleep...

I fell asleep with a hardback of Alice Walker's Temple of My Familar closed neatly on my stomach and, perched on top, a full bowl of raspberry sorbet that had completely melted by the time Cam came in and checked on me...