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"AARRRGH!"
"What's the matter?" Jimmy stuck his head into the bathroom to see what calamity had befallen.
"My FACE! I didn't realize how...TIRED I look. And where did all these lines come from? I couldn't see them before!" I was leaning over the sink, staring into the mirror with dismay.
Needing a new prescription for my glasses, I'd had an eye exam the day before, and had come home with contact lens, just to try, to see how I liked them. A powerful blink reflex had set in, and it had taken forever to get those slippery little rascals positioned on each, now sore and bloodshot, eyeball. My fuzzy world had come into focus, but as they say, be careful what you wish for.
"You look the same to me," Jimmy said, losing interest.
"The SAME? How long have I looked the same? I look like the "before" picture in one of those facelift advertisements!"
"Well, you've had a pretty rough year," Jimmy said cautiously.
I glared at him. He knew that he was treading dangerously close to the infamous "Honey, Does This Make Me Look Fat?" territory that men avoid at all costs.
"You always look beautiful to me," he ventured, searching for safer ground, "and I especially love the way you look with glasses."
"What's the matter?" Jimmy stuck his head into the bathroom to see what calamity had befallen.
"My FACE! I didn't realize how...TIRED I look. And where did all these lines come from? I couldn't see them before!" I was leaning over the sink, staring into the mirror with dismay.
Needing a new prescription for my glasses, I'd had an eye exam the day before, and had come home with contact lens, just to try, to see how I liked them. A powerful blink reflex had set in, and it had taken forever to get those slippery little rascals positioned on each, now sore and bloodshot, eyeball. My fuzzy world had come into focus, but as they say, be careful what you wish for.
"You look the same to me," Jimmy said, losing interest.
"The SAME? How long have I looked the same? I look like the "before" picture in one of those facelift advertisements!"
"Well, you've had a pretty rough year," Jimmy said cautiously.
I glared at him. He knew that he was treading dangerously close to the infamous "Honey, Does This Make Me Look Fat?" territory that men avoid at all costs.
"You always look beautiful to me," he ventured, searching for safer ground, "and I especially love the way you look with glasses."
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