Glasses

My eyes were closed and I was enjoying the soft sounds of sleeping Audrey next to me, the morning sunshine spilling into the window, peace after a rugged night. I smiled to myself when I heard the door open and soft little footsteps come toward my bed and a baby James hand pulling on my pillow to hoist himself into bed. I felt him rub Beedee Audie on the head, then his stuffed mouse give me a kiss. I heard the rustling of papers and books on the night stand (I fell asleep studying), then a small cracking sound, then my glasses placed gently on my face and James's sweet voice whisper a conclusive, "Nice."

Then he put the dismembered piece on my forehead and the moment vanished! Now I have to make an appointment, get a new prescription, go glasses hunting, which is akin to bra/jeans/swimming suit shopping, either take six kids with me or find babysitters (both equally obnoxious), and do it all ASAP because I can't wear contacts at the moment. Pollyanna would point out that I can read in bed comfortably on my right side now. I really liked those glasses.

And P. S., we got Seamus a girlfriend.

Just kidding, but this picture was way too alarming to pass up. Don't think the poor eunich wouldn't care much if we did find him a girl. However, let this be a lesson to us all: No matter how ugly your frau is, it could be worse.

Sorry, folks. Sleep deprivation is hitting me hard today!