Sometimers

The Michigan Secretary of State gave me a gift on my 40th birthday…a restricted driver’s license because for the first time in my life, I couldn’t read the eye chart.  Wasn’t that a real kick in the pants?

Fast forward a decade and along with my reluctant acceptance, I now own several pairs of eyeglasses.  Why do they call “them” “pairs”?  Anywho…on any given day I might sport the schmancy designer sunglasses with the big Liz Taylor 60′s lenses or the Vera Bradley night shades for night driving.  My backups are a couple of buy one, get one free deals.  They are stashed in coat pockets, consoles, and purses.  Sometimes they are laying out on the kitchen counter or left behind at a restaurant by mistake. 

Wouldn’t you just know it…Jennifer called and asked me to go to the movies with her.  Something about a vampire and a wolf.  Nearsightedness means never going to the movies without your specs.  We were meeting in a little bit and I searched high and low for my Vera Bradley’s.   Without them, I can’t read any of the movie credits or see the distinct lines in an actor’s face.  Heck, I can barely tell a boy from a girl on screen these days (with or without the eye wear.) 

After 20 minutes of running up the stairs to look, back down the stairs to retrace my steps, and searching every cubby hole in my car twelve times, I found them!  They were on top of my head.