I was dressing for tennis this morning and found the only top I had had a small stain right front and centre. After spending 10 minutes trying to remove it using various products (including a bath tile cleaner containing bleach) without success, I decided to go upstairs and find a sweater to wear on top of it.
Now Orest was in the shower and in the 20 years we've been married, he's never been able to see what I looked like without his contacts or glasses, let alone comment on it. But since he's had his Lasik surgery, he's been much more observant and says:
"You know you have a stain on that top?"
Great! 5000 dollars so my husband can point out things wrong with me that I already know about!
The funny thing is, he had not been very impressed with the results of his surgery (which had been done in Canada over Christmas) and decided to see someone here for a 2nd opinion. After a quick check, the opthamologist informed Orest that he had 20/20 vision and could get no better. I can only imagine his disappointment with the world in general, since from where I sit (with my 20/20 vision), it all looks good to me!
Or as Adriana like to sing: "I can see clearly now the rain is gone, I can see all popsicles in my way..."
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