I thought my glasses felt a bit extra flexible earlier tonight. Then, while typing at home after work, I reached up to adjust them at the nose and they just snapped apart. This marriage of two lenses, separated. And me, the kid who looks through both of them at life, left feeling a bit unfocused.
But I won't stand idly by and watch this divorce. I will take them to marriage counseling (or Pearle Vision Center) first thing in the morning. I need what they give me.