Guess who said, “Look Ma, new eyes!” this week?
Well, not RP, because if he ever called me “Ma,” he’d be spending some loooong nights alone.
Nonetheless, my little Bunny* did get himself some LASIK this weekend, giving him 20/20 vision and a great excuse to wear some sick Jersey Shores sunglasses.
Patient Price was so brave that I took him for a treat directly after surgery. That’s when he learned the mathematical equation:
Xanax+FroYo = Heaven**
After returning home, RP was put to bed, where he stayed for roughly 23 hours. I killed time cleaning, baking, and reading about Japanese POWs, intermittently attending to my own POW (Prisoner of Whoa-you’re-boring), who slept through my offers of juice, ice cream, homemade bread, and any hint of intelligible conversation.
That, of course, meant that when Sunday came, I braved the miniature humans alone. Aside from two of them sobbing for a solid hour and a half, I’d say my lesson was a screaming success (in that I never broke into tears).
Welcome to wakefulness (and visual clarity), RP.
*RP does not endorse the use of this pet name.
**Mrs. Price has long been acquainted with this equation.
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