The things you miss by not tagging along.

So yesterday was a good time. I wish I could have taken all you guys with me and you could have sat in the waiting room receiving text messages like the one's I sent Jennifer:

"After two vision tests, I can't tell which eye is blurry anymore. But the head hurts ALL OVER, so that's a win, right?"

(That text may have ended with some obscene language, but we'll pretend I don't cuss when nervous.)

Maybe you guys would have enjoyed the getting the email I sent to Dorkfish:

"After two vision tests, I can't tell which eye is blurry anymore and haven't seen the dr yet. Good times..."

His response: "They fixed you!!"

I love him.

If you guys had been there you would have found out that they are decided my eyes HAVE NOTHING to do with my blurry vision. Which makes TOTAL sense to me...

I'm pretty certain that "V" is Latin for "You're hosed."