|Fact: These are not my glasses.|
Without my glasses I cannot even see my hand in front of my face.
My vision is getting progressively worse as I age.
I remember when I was younger, I lost my glasses and didn't wear them for a whole week...
which actually surprises me because I really can't see - at all!
I have never wanted to get laser eye surgery.
I'm not really sure why. My mom had a very successful eye surgery in the back of a truck trailer back when I was a kid.
Just the thought of flapping up an eyeball and using a laser sounds pretty much like something I don't want to do.
I have recently adopted this bad habit of putting my glasses on my bed.
You know, so they are within reach when I wake up (lazy).
I do not recommend this as there have been many mornings when I have woken up with glasses imprinted in my ass.
This morning I woke up and could not find my glasses.
I panicked and threw my covers around everywhere.
I thought I heard my glasses fall onto the ground so I reached around and patted the floor blindly.
When that was unsuccessful,I patted around under the bed.
My hand hit something - definitely not glasses material but I was curious.
In hindsight, being curious while not being able to see probably wasn't a very good idea.
I picked up the object and examined it - about .5 of an inch away from my nose.
Hmm..brown, hairy, a little spongy --
I was examining a mummified hairball that my cat had coughed up (probably a century ago).
Right under my nose.
Rolling between my fingers.
A. Ball. Of. Coughed. Up. Hair.
This is why you should never be curious while being temporarily visually impaired.
Also do not own cats. They suck.
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