As a part of my new effort to not just sit around and wait to fall apart, I made my way to the eye doctor today. I have thin retinas. And I’m getting glasses to wear when I don’t have my contacts in.
I kind of love my eye doctor. She’s the kind of eye doctor that you can ask “How in the world did my relatives make it off the savannah?” or “And what did we do during the middle ages?”
And she laughes and says, “You can’t even see my face when I’m right here, can you?”
“Well, your family must have had other talents that encouraged folks to keep you around.”