So, about a month ago Sunny had his eyes checked. Of course they dilated them and gave him those funky shades to protect his eyes for a few hours. Now, unless he was doing something wrong, they don’t make the shades to fit over the glasses (at least not his). You slip them underneath the glasses. I went in with Sunny and came out with Dr. Bunsen. Not a very attractive exchange, I think I got the short end of the stick. But the stares and guffaws were worth it.
Have you ever had to converse with someone who, say, has quite a noticeable booger? or spinach in their front teeth? Well, try having a conversation with a man who wears glasses but has no eyes! I couldn’t stop giggling. We had several errands to run and everyone had that slight I-want-to-laugh-right-now look on their faces. At one place Sunny was trying to ask the clerk a serious question. The clerk, bless his heart, was having such a rough time trying to keep eye contact—or should I say ‘no-eye’ contact—I finally gave him the go-ahead to laugh “because you know you want to!”
It made for a humorous afternoon, but thankfully Dr. Bunsen Honeydew morphed back to the Sunny I know.
It’s All Honeydew Good!