On Friday afternoon, I decided to have a nap. I had walked the dogs, gotten them all chew toys and everyone was settled. I was tired after a long week and was looking forward to lazing about. So, I put my glasses on the table and laid down on the couch. I woke up an hour later and my glasses and my book were on the floor. (I thought I had maybe flailed about in my sleep... weird, but not uncommon)
I thought nothing of it and wandered around the house for a bit. When I returned to the living room, Monty was chewing on something that sounded a bit like plastic. I pulled open his mouth (you have to be careful of this as once I pulled out a baby bird's head) and pulled out what was left of my glasses lens. The little bastard. He had chewed it into tiny bits. His damn chew bone was BESIDE HIM. And he ate my glasses. My only pair. The ones that I have to wait another year before my health coverage will pay for a new set. Argh.
I restrained myself from killing him and took off for the glasses shop before they closed. I walked into the store, told the girl my story and asked if she thought they could be repaired. She says "Not tonight!" Um... really. No kidding. It being 5:50pm on Friday and you're closing in 10. Shut up, dumb ass. I meant in general. So, I pay for the glasses (not that bad, either) and head off to supper with Crazybarefeet.
It is now Tuesday and my glasses aren't done. My head hurts and I can't see anyone's face if they are more than 10 feet away from me. I'm not nearly as blind as other people, but I love my glasses. I miss them. I will never treat them poorly again. I will give them kisses and tell them I love them and never take them for granted and will make them breakfast in bed. Okay, maybe not to that extreme... but I won't let the dog eat them again, that has to count for something.