For Christmas (and my birthday) I asked for lazer eye surgery. My husband is thinking about it, but first I have to go in for an exam and see if I'm a good candidate. That means that I have to wear my big, old glasses because I'm not allowed to wear contacts for three days straight before the appointment. My husband just came home and saw me for the first time. "Well, hello, Harry Potter," he said. It's a humbling experience to say the least. Just thinking about how funny I look makes me laugh. But at least these glasses aren't as ugly as my first pair.

I found out how bad my vision was in 5th grade, and I was horrified that I had to get glasses. The funny thing was that when I went in to try on frames, my vision was so bad that I couldn't see the clear plastic pair so I picked them out. It wasn't until the lenses were put in that I realized how ugly they were, but it was too late.

Having perfect vision would change my life. Then when one of my kids throws up in the hallway in the middle of the night I won't step in it because I'll be able to see without my contacts in. I'll be able to fall asleep while watching a movie and not have to worry about my contacts sticking to my eyeballs. And I won't have to climb ontop of my husband in the morning just to read the alarm clock on his nightstand...he's going to miss this one;)

Now Dan is teasing me saying that he's surprised I dated at all in high school with these glasses. Oh, well. A few days of dorkdom will be worth it in the end.