Wednesday, April 14, 2004

A Vision Thing 

The Girl has recently had an eye exam, at which she was given a prescription for reading glasses to wear with her contacts, and for computer glasses or bifocals if she's not wearing the contacts. She was not at all pleased with development, and made a couple of attempts to share her misery.

Monday afternoon phone call:
Me: I've got a killer headache.
The Girl: Maybe you need reading glasses!
Me: Maybe I need to eat lunch.
The Girl: Oh.

Tuesday morning I related the story to a mutual friend, who completely understood The Girl's feelings, as she had the same response when she had to get bifocals.

Tuesday evening while cooking dinner:
Me: I told J. about your reading glasses trauma, and how you're trying to impose the misery on me.
The Girl: What do you mean?
Me: You remember, when I said I had a headache and you said maybe I need reading glasse?
The Girl: Well, maybe you do! How do you know? You haven't had an eye exam in quite a while.
Me: Trust me, if I were having difficulty reading, I'd know.
The Girl: Oh yeah, that's true.

I can't imagine trying to plow through the amount of reading neccesary for law school if the pages were all blurry.

Posted by Beth Henderson at 10:39 AM