Dear Marc, do you remember my post on corrective eye surgery?
Turns out my eyes are too cone shaped to guarantee a perfect result. My eye doctor tells me so.
Cone shaped? That's not a compliment is it?
My eyes are like pyramids, like vintage Madonna bras, like warning triangles.
Perhaps it runs in the family. In a romantic speech my dad made to my mom on her 60th birthday, he said "Your eyes are like pokers".
I accepted the news of my cones with what little dignity I could find within me.
Then I turned the verdict into a promise: If I can't have surgery, that means I must extend my collection of glasses.
But cash flow is low.
What would you rather spend money on?
These all cost about the same:
Trip to New York