Do You See What I See?

Last Tuesday DD's life was changed forever. According to her, it will never be the same. What on earth could possibly cause such terror in a teenage girl? Well, at 14, it doesn't take much.

The news came in the form of a phone call. THE phone call.

Cue the sinister music:

Her glasses were ready to be picked up. Oh the wailing that ensued, "Noooooooooo!".

For some time now, she has been complaining about headaches and about her eyes aching when she reads for more than 10 minutes. This kids is a voracious reader. She is currently reading everything by Sherlock Holmes. So I made an appointment and had to drag her to Dr. Greg. After all the lights had been shone, the air had been blown and the charts had been read, he reached a conclusion and she received the dreaded news:

"Let's get you some glasses."

Oh the horror of it all! How unfair! (Remember that DD is 14 ~ everything is accompanied by a bit of drama)

She shuffled to the large display and began her search for her frames reluctantly.















Very reluctantly.



I only added to her grief by snapping a couple of pictures, "M-o-o-o-m-m-m-!"Hey, I'm a scrapbooker! These monumental moments should be documented. I don't think it will cause any permanent damage.








Hey, she actually found a pair that she liked! And they look wonderful! See, you've got good taste kiddo!




What do you see?

No, you do not look like a nerd (although most of them are pretty smart and people just call them that because they're jealous).

No, you do not look like a bookworm (although you are one).


No, you do not look like a scientist (although, what's wrong with that?)



Wish you could see what I see.

I see the beautiful, smart, funny, talented girl that you are and now you can read to your heart's content and give those beautiful eyes a rest.