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I have an old pair of glasses, with one earpiece broken off, that I keep in the drawer next to my bed. The prescription isn't perfect, but it's close enough that I can find my glasses.
I have those, too. They are my glasses.
As for the couch story, I once lost a fork in a couch. Never found it again. My silverware set is still incomplete.
or wriggle under the very heavy very low bed to crawl towards them, despite the dust, despite the potential claustrophobia (not as bad as my little sister, thank goodness), and despite my newer thickness around the middle
for future endeavors such as this you might invest on a very usefull magnetic rod, i have seen inexpensive ones at auto parts stores that extend to around 3 feet that would be able to grab them without need for squeezing under the bed.
In the realm of black hole losses, when I was a child I dropped an orange in the hallway and that happened.
I seriously don't know how I could lose something as big and bright as an orange.
I'm afraid I have you beat. As a child, I once lost a shovel. Not a small shovel. Not one you bring to the beach. Not a child's snow shovel. A full-on, full-size, big-time, honest-to-goodness adult snow shovel.
My parents were stunned. How the hell could you lose something that is larger than you? Because, honestly, that shovel was taller than me. And somehow, I managed to lose it. Outside in the snow. Not even that far from where we lived. Basically around the corner.
And while I love my parents, and for the most part they were always very understanding, when it came to that shovel, they were anything but. I firmly believe that if my father were still alive, any girlfriend of mine he would meet, he would mention that damn shovel. Luckily, my mother's memory is about as bad as mine, so she doesn't bring it up that often (anymore), and my stepfather wasn't around for the Great Lost Shovel Incident, so I may finally be getting away with it without being reminded at every family function...but something tells me I have yet to hear the last of that fucking shovel.
Frankly, I don't even care what actually happened to it. I just want to know what happened so I can put it behind me!
I... honestly didn't think you wore glasses. I don't know why, but I didn't think you did.
I'm in shock.
Why? I never hid the fact. Actually, normally I wear contacts, which I prefer, but in recent months, a combination of finances and laziness has reduced me to my glasses.
Hell, I've worn corrective lenses of one sort or another since my sophomore year of high school, which was 1985-86. Far longer than you've known me, my friend.
"The Customer Is Always Right...But The Bartender Decides Who Is Still A Customer."
I prefer a minimalist look, so my glasses are almost invisible as well. Which means finding them when they are missing is not at all easy. Especially when they are on the floor in a dark corner behind the bed.
I need to attach some kind of alarm to them so they'll beep when I lose them.
"The Customer Is Always Right...But The Bartender Decides Who Is Still A Customer."
I wear glasses and I sleep with them on every night since I'm as blind as two bats without them. This normally doesn't pose a problem, but for some reason the other day, I woke up and my glasses were on the floor on the OPPOSITE side of the room. I still don't know what happened, but I'm awfully lucky hubby didn't step on them.
Make a list of important things to do today.
At the top of your list, put 'eat chocolate'
Now, you'll get at least one thing done today
I get my glasses with the "wrap-around" ear pieces. My optometrist does them specially for me. But I don't have to worry about losing my glasses while sleeping, or even swimming!
Everything will be ok in the end. If it's not ok, it's not the end.
Every so often, one of the optometrists at my local mall does a 'two glasses for the price of one' special. The second pair is always very cheap frames and nothing special on the lenses (unless you pay extra), but using those specials means I always have a spare pair that are of the correct script for me.
Fortunately, my script doesn't change much so we can almost always wait for one of those specials before we buy glasses.
As for losing things: I once unpacked from a trip. Pair of boots. I unpacked the boots, my husband saw me unpack the boots.
We've moved twice. That was the last we ever saw of those boots.
Seshat's self-help guide:
1. Would you rather be right, or get the result you want?
2. If you're consistently getting results you don't want, change what you do.
3. Deal with the situation you have now, however it occurred.
4. Accept the consequences of your decisions.
"All I want is a pretty girl, a decent meal, and the right to shoot lightning at fools." - Anders, Dragon Age.
Fell asleep with glasses on? Lost them in a very messy room? Dude I do that almost every month! Except I don't wear contacts so when I lose them, I HAVE to find them. Thankfully missing glasses have only made me late to work 3 times so far.
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