Richard’s health benefits allow us to get new glasses every two years. We both can’t wait for the two years to be up as last time, for some unknown reason we were persuaded to buy ridiculous glasses: Rich went for an electric blue Mexx number and I bought pink/grey Paul Franks. Worn together, given the penchant for black in our wardrobes, we looked like aging Liberty Village Hipsters, emerging fresh from brunch at The Drake. What were we thinking? After three false starts Rich dug out his old frames. Being Catholic I’ll suffer through with my two years of purgatory.
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