Last week, my optometrist put me in BIFOCALS. I've since learned that the correct, hipper term for what he put me in is PROGRESSIVES. I dunno. They both make me feel old.
When I picked out my new frames last week, I was sorta in mid-life crisis mode. I decided that TO HECK WITH IT, if I was gonna have to wear bifocals, I might as well have fun doing it. I chose some groovy frames.
I spent the last week hoping I wasn't going to spank myself when I tried on the real deal. Tonight was the night. I waltzed into EyeMasters and slid the new frames on my face, braced myself for the harsh reality... and guess what? I STILL LIKE 'EM! Wait. Let me qualify that. I like the frames. The lenses are throwing me for a complete loop. I suppose I'll get used to 'em.
I spent the last half hour mugging for the camera. Hey. If I have to enter my mid-life years in BIFOCALS, I deserve to enjoy 30 minutes of narcissicism, dontcha think? :)
On the left are the old ones. New ones on the right.
Good thing I never aspired to be a model.
Oh no you did NOT just say that.
s'ok. I can take it. What do you think?