Eagle Eye
We're back from the OC and Simon's got a new set of peepers. He's currently seeing 20/10, with a promise of even more improvement over time. His new favorite hobby is Reading Things from Far Away, and a drive to the store now is like riding around with a five-year-old who's finally both smart enough to read billboards and tall enough to see out the window. He says he didn't choose the X-ray vision option, but I'm not entirely sure he'd tell me if he did.
For now we are safe from our white-knuckle adventure up the 5 (read: I was behind the wheel and am the world's flinchiest driver) and if I had my way I'd toss out all the office work and uncomfortable evening obligations for today in favor of a couple hours selecting and loading pictures from this weekend. We had another great getaway and it's a cruel world when I have to sit in a desk and earn a paycheck from Monday to Friday Thursday instead of spending my life on vacation, or between vacations reflecting on the good times past and to come.
More later, when I have escaped the drudgery of the 9 to 5 11 to 4:45.
Until it's proved he does not have X-ray vision tell him to stop looking at me.
Hooray for not needing glasses! Sounds like a swell weekend and I will patiently await the pictures. :)
I had my eyes done last June, and I almost forget what it was like to have to wear contacts or glasses in order to even function. Yay for Simon!!
I love it when people call eyes "peepers."
Thank you.
I'm slow on the uptake - do you mean Simon had Lasik?
Krissa--Yup.
Lasik is the best thing that ever happened to me, right next to being born. Like I could have been born, skipped 18 years, had Lasik, and I'd be much the same man I am right now.
And that picture is exactly like that time in "CSI" when they identified a killer by digitally enhancing the a photo of the reflection in the victim's eye. And I'm a loser.
What's there to flinch at on the 5? (I mean, aside from the speeding speed speeders. =) )
Bugs, the air. You know, the usual.
Last summer while in Colorado, I didn't enjoy the whole driving-up-the-mountain experience as much as I should have. I mean, we were in our old pickup truck, which has random steering habits on flat roads. I feel for your driving woe. Pretty scenery can mean queasy tummy for me.