But it's a little bizarre how strongly the previous pair of glasses I had imprinted on my own self-image.

I have two pairs and they are really, really different. So I imprint on one or the other depending on which I tend to wear. Then it's all Big Change.

I need new glasses too. I am fearing this. Because what I really need is someone to tell me what frames physically work on my face and then figuring out what flatters. It's terrifying.

"This time of year is an especially spiritual time for everyone, no matter what you believe in." and it totally got my hackles up.

Uh, yeah, no. And even us Christians stole it off the pagans, so it's not like it's coincidentally a "spiritual time" or anything.

It's terrifying.

It is! It's like my whole self-image, somehow. AND he gave me free sample contacts, which changes how I look again!

I need new glasses too. I am fearing this. Because what I really need is someone to tell me what frames physically work on my face and then figuring out what flatters. It's terrifying.

Do you want to borrow Pete? He's really good at figuring that sort of thing out.

I had a whole conversation with myself in the car about this yeaterday because Pete is the obvious person to ask but I fear I'll cry. So maybe?

Clearly I'd end up with the best glasses for my face and life. I just fear the therapy bills. Actually, no, I fear the process. I hate crying in front of people. But I might end up with glasses that are worth it. You totally did.

I'm going to email tomorrow. Asking Pete to be totally honest is scary. Because he would.

I need new laasses. And not to let hte neighbors get me so drunk. randomdly. On a Driday nifht.

Hee, I dunno, that's what some Driday nifht's are for...

So regretting this ins hte morng, I know.

Drink lots of water! Take some [pain reliever of your choice]! It's all good.

I love glasses, but yeah, shopping for them can be hard. Not as hard as shopping for jeans, mind you, but still hard. I do not at all need a new pair, but I'd love to get a new pair anyway.

K asks, "Dad what's your favorite element?" Dad says, "Oxygen." K says, "Mine is Carbon." Sister says, "Mine is Helium." K says, "Mom, what is your favorite element?" I say, "Surprise."

That's fucking brilliant! Oh, that reminds me, Isaac made up a joke! Why did Darth Vader cross the road?

Answer: To get to the dark side.

His grandfather (my dad) would be so proud of him!

Drunk Amy is even more awesome than sober Amy, and sober Amy is pretty damned cool.

I'm glad you had fun tonight.

Not touching the spirituality of the season discussion with a ten-foot pole. Your CEO should have done likewise, ita !. He should know better.

Love my contacts, but also love my glasses. What I use to see clearly depends upon my mood and how lazy I am that day.

This is why I purchase cheap glasses off of CoastalContacts.com. I can return them if they don't work for my face, and if I decide much later that I was smoking crack when I though they looked good, well... they were cheap. Lesson learned and I'm not out hundreds of dollars.