a monday.

We are both running out of contacts... for our eyes, that is. Actually, we still have a couple each, but we both needed newer perscriptions. We are both basically blind. Although we found out that Tommy's are a little worse than mine! HA! My sister and I decided our children will just be born without eyeballs, and just skip the whole losing-their-purpose experience we've had. For example, you know that big E? Yeah, that's not there anymore for Tommy, Madison, and I when they take away our contacts and glasses. Just, gone. It's a way to shame us and make us more humble... which is a good thing?

Anyway. We arrived at the doctor's office before it opened and were helped pretty quickly once we got inside. Eventually, we got out of the exam rooms but had to pick out glasses, which our insurance was helping us pay for. And of course, Mrs. Lady who Helps with Glasses decides to flirt with Tommy, and tell him he has great eyes and looks just like Tom Cruise and he's such a cutie he can pull off anything. BARF. Back off, old lady. And so after we took forever to find frames we liked, it took another forever of waiting for them to be ordered while having to chat with that same lady.

Three hours later, we got to have a sweet and quick lunch together, which we never get to do during the work week. After dropping him off at work, I had to go to the Chevrolet dealership. The remote to our car was broken. Both of us were so excited to finally have a remote to unlock our new car- both of our old cars had dead or lost remotes and we felt behind the times. So we HAD to get a new one, of course! But the dealership has to "program" it to your car. So, off I went!

When I pulled into the parking lot, I pulled in right behind the ice cream man! A big old ice cream truck, circa 1952. And yes, all the men in their ties and garage polos were jogging to get their treats. Hilarious. And such a good idea! If I had a business, I'd ask them to come for my employees... and me.

So then. I had to wait a long while- until it was time to pick up Tommy from work. It took an odd amount of time to program a remote. What all does that entail!? But at least I got to enjoy a vending machine coke and watching.... Cold Case? Is that what it's called? It was about an opera singing teenager from Russia who had found her 'voice' and then was murdered. It would've been sad, but she sang an opera part over a pitiful cover of 'Free Falling'. So bad. It made my face hurt. Just leave it to Tom or John. I would've rather had a cold case of coke. HA.

When I picked up Tommy, he said he hadn't needed to go in. Sigh. Coulda sat with me and been bored together instead of bored alone. To make up for his workless day, he unloaded the dishwasher and then cooked yummy burgers for dinner. I appreciated that kind of work!