Monday, July 11, 2011

Hungry? Why Wait? Grab Something Valuable.

Bravo ate my glasses this weekend. If you feel like you've heard me say that before, you're not crazy. He chewed them up a few weeks ago, but since I have no shame slash am too lazy to make an appointment with my optometrist, I've still been wearing them on a pretty regular basis. Wearing severely scratched lenses is fun if you imagine that your whole life is a Magic Eye puzzle.

This weekend he decided to go for the whole enchilada, and by that of course I mean he chewed all the protective plastic off the end of the left earpiece, exposing the deadly spike beneath so that if I tried to put them on I would gouge my own temple and die.

I was angry to say the least. It's not just the money, but mostly it's the money. Here's the deal: My insurance will pay for either one pair of glasses or one year's supply of contacts. Now I'm no mathmagician, but I'm pretty sure getting contacts is the better deal. Also contacts make me look prettier. But that's beside the point. So last year when I bought these glasses, the plan was for them to last until I could afford to pay full price for another pair, which according to my life experience so far is about four years.

So I guess sometime this week I'll head back to the eye doctor and pray that they have a decent set of frames on the discount rack, but in the meantime I made Bravo get a job to pay for the damages.



2 comments:

Billi London-Gray said...

Oh - zennioptical.com! Emily, this is the lifesaver of the glasses world. You need to get your Rx and your pupillary distance (ahem, the distance between your pupils) and you can order glasses online for super cheap. Seriously: $8. Daniel and I have done this several times, and they're not ripping you off. The $8 ones are plastic and won't last a long time, but they are certainly worth it. And you could even get Bravo his own matching pair.

Whitney said...

I wasn't going to say anything but, it's about time Bravo started pulling his weight. Although I think your decision to make Thing get a job is a little harsh. I mean he can't even talk, let alone eat your valuables.