One Better, Orrrrr Two

Yesterday Mom, Dad, and I went to see good ole' Doctor Hartig, the eye doctor.  His little office probably hasn't changed since the '60s, and he still has a story I wrote in the third grade about how glasses changed my life hanging on the wall; however, the blue construction paper background has since changed to a faded grey.  My prescription hasn't changed, which is a good thing.  I'm not sure how much worse it can get!  I did pick out a new pair of frames, though.  They're big, tortoiseshell, and called Modern Slick.  Don't they look good?

(photos by e.hunt)