The dog chewed my sunglasses. My brown oh so perfect Ray Ban glasses. That I've had since...hmmm... 2005 perhaps? It was a sad day in Squintyville. I learned a few days later with sunroof and windows wide open on my drive home from work that they also serve as eye protection from stray curls. Don't forget their other function as headband. So I was bummed. Have I mentioned that I'm broke? Sunglasses are not a priority when you have children to feed.
Mary comes to the rescue. While perusing items for grandchildren at her beloved Kohl's...a sign popped up with a time buster deal thingie. I scored some new Vera Wang glasses because they were under twenty bucks and Mary is a sucker for a deal (and a girl a whole lot less cranky from the headaches). I have to tell you that they are tinted in such a way that the world looks happier. Things are brighter. Bolder. Turns out that some of us do see the world with rose colored glasses and that's just fine with me!!! Thanks Murr!
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