Just some pics from my recent trip to the optometrist, taken by my lovely wife, above.
The glasses above say: I have the power of invisibility … but it only works on eyewear.
The kids laugh hysterically at these. Maybe because they look like Grouch Marx glasses minus the moustache (but including the big ass nose).
Too hip for thyself.
Check me out in these piss-colored frames. They practically scream out, “Pre-emptive call to the police.”
Amy liked these thick frames. Not bad, but a little too overstated for me.
This was about the time I started feeling too old to take blog pictures in a public venue.
My new frames, almost the same as the old frames. My prescription stayed the same for once. “Your vision is swinging back now,” the scruffy optometrist said. More due to age than amazing regenerative powers. At least they didn’t say I was developing early cataracts this time.
I like the frames you chose. Wait until you get grey hair and try to find a selection. 