Then I thought I'd try to take a photo of my new glasses, and write a blog post about What The Glasses Saw, detailing all the things my old glasses saw, and pondering on all the things these new specs will see. Things will happen and I don't know what they are yet.
After about a billion and seventy photos, I still wasn't happy. I know, how about I prop my head on my hand and look all thoughtful?
Nuh. Not happy with any photo. I clicked away. Realised I've worn glasses for 25 YEARS. What's older than a cougar? A mountain lion? A goat? Yeah, I'm that.
Then I realised how white my eyes are, and snapped a mere trillion of those.
Then I made this crazy, kooky face. Because I am such a crazy, kooky person don't you know!
Things quickly degenerated into something quite ugly.
Rocco had been watching me the whole time, and finally got bored and tried to get in on the camera action.
Outta my way baby .... mumma has some more Ugly to do!
In this shot I look like a fricken serial killer. Eating liver with a fine Chianti.
My nose. MY NOSE. Hey Eden - America called. It wants the Grand Canyon back.
TRUE: On windy days, I feel my nose hairs rustle in the breeze.
I've had a stressful week, trying to not let Christmas swallow me whole like it does every year. Dave is going through something pretty huge right now. I'm here, trying to stay balanced and supportive. Getting a standing ovation from Max's class for the Bart Simpson cake and watching my sisters incedulous face as Rocco tore through her house like a cyclone .... I owe her three cushions, four Christmas decorations, and a round delicate shell ornament that he threw around her house like a "ball".
I need to do stupid things, remind myself that life is just too damn important to be taken seriously.