I don’t know what’s more fun:
The new haircut, the new glasses, the blingy cell phone cover or the case my new glasses came in.
(I have a cold and that was about my 6th try for a picture. I gave up and hoped one of them was good enough…)
The glasses are Japanese. Made in China, of course, but designed in Japan. This case is so cool that I might actually be responsible and use it for like…the first 5 minutes. Sheesh.
But look more closely at the glasses:
I know, it’s not a great picture, but look at how awesome they are!
Joe said “No offense, but I liked the other ones better.”
I have clearly not done my duty in training my children, their future wives will hate me if I don’t do something to correct this. Obviously his answer, when asked what he thought, should have been “Those look great Mom, you are beautiful. I love you.” And then he should have followed it with a kiss. Right?
Unfortunately, I’m battling genetics here: I’m going to be lucky if Mark even NOTiCES that I got my new glasses today.