Didja Smiss Me?

I am a terrible blogger. I want you to know that I think about stuff to blog all the time. Mostly, it turns out, while I'm at work. And, though I know this is a surprise, I don't feel comfortable devoting that time to y'all, cuz I like my boss, and the thought of goofing off like that makes me feel guilty. Shocking, right? What can I say... he's a great guy.

So much to catch you up on, but this isn't that post. I mean, let's be honest, I haven't told you about what I did for Easter... we've got a lot of ground to cover. But, last week, I covered half the country in a moving truck with Lala and we both lived to tell the tale. So, look for a run-down on that soon. Like, November.

The one real outcome of that trip is that I've fucked up my eyes. Seriously. The doctor says they're the equivalent of chapped skin. I have chapped eyes. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. And, BTW, Lala just dropped dead from sheer disgustedness. What this means is that I am wearing my really, really scratched glasses all day. Awful. Dr. Boy and I looked at glasses yesterday, everything we saw was not as good as my Glasses Fairy pair from Boston. There was a woman who would size you up, pick out 5 pairs, talk you into something you hated and not hear objections, and make you buy them. And then every. single. person. would be wowed by your new look. Dr. Boy had heard of a NYC Glasses Fairy with equally impressive powers. And, the NYCGF does have magical powers, but he's a different kind of fairy. And, he tried to sell me $1200 glasses.

I can hear Bee laughing. And, I'm glad Lala is already dead as a result of chapped eyes. Needless to say, that's a bit much for once in a while glasses, even here in the Big Apple. So the search continues. Any advice?