There’s not many things R obsesses over, but I do know of one: the right size of glasses for his face. That and blowing his nose. He’s always got a hankie nearby, which I found endearing the first couple years of marriage. But maybe that will change since his surgery?
At one point, though, he resorted to a facebook quiz to determine the correct fit.
Perfectly round, it said. And R was prepared to find them.
R’s family hates his glasses. So they’ll be happy that there might be a change in the spectacle department for Mister R.
Yes, this is what we get excited about nowadays.
Can’t wait to show you snippits from our trip! See you soon.
I have nothing to contribute here. But just thought I’d let you know that I have gone back to the beginning and am reading your blog from the start. It’ll take me a while. I’m currently on August 2008. Is that creepy?
no – that’s not creepy! now i want to do that with yours.
Actually I don’t hate R’s glasses. They’re not so bad. But, as the Scarlet Pimpernel says…”Nothing is ‘so-bad’, as something that is ‘not-so-bad’ .” But seriously R… I mean really, they’re fine. Really.
Pistol Pete! Your first ever comment WITH a Scarlet Pimpernel quote!
Ah, I’m happy.