The bad news is: Ben accidentally washed my contact down the sink this morning.
The good news is: the slime within the drain pipe grabbed my contact and held it for me.
The bad news is: even though I was able to retrieve my now disgustingly slimed contact, it was split nearly in two.
The good news is: James has been after me to go get new contacts for some time.
The bad news is: they aren't cheap, and we now have no choice in the timing.
The good news is: we do have some money in savings.
The bad news is: I am more than just a little embarrassed to wear my really old, really thick, really scratched glasses in public.
The good news is: we live in a day and age when I can get contacts, relatively quickly.
The bad news is: Ben felt so bad about all of this, that he punished himself with a major kicking, screaming, destructive fit.
The good news is: I let Ben know that I love him more than my contacts.
Family pic 2020
2 months ago
