I stepped on my glasses yesterday morning, and they broke right down the middle.
I have THE WORST track record with glasses. Seriously, don't challenge me chickadee. These lasted about a year and a half, and if you know me personally you're congratulating me right now that I made it that long.
On the upside, I lost a contact for a few minutes this morning, so the situation was really ideal:
Ah! Just like the day I was born.
Also, you may remember my best friend Mel, who has appeared many times already in this blog:
Snowy day, trip to NYC, her own 20th B-day.
She now has her own delightful blog, which I hesitate to put a link to in fear that you will all discover that she is prettier, funnier, cleverer (more clever?), and hipper than me:
The Fruit Bowl.
Oh well. Maybe I'll still see you over there sometime.