Big Daddy gets a kick out of my poor vision. Let me set the scene for you. It's night time, in our room. I'm ready for bed and tucked in already. (Hey, hey, hey. Get your mind out of the gutter. This isn't that type of blog!) He's standing next to the bed talking to me and he makes a joke. Except it's the type of joke that I have to see his facial expression to make it funny. He gets done and pauses for me to laugh. I don't. He's confused. Suddenly, I catch on and say something like, "Honey, I'm sure whatever you just did is hilarious but if you want me to laugh, you need to come much closer and do it again." This started early in our marriage and is now a joke that plays out often.
I'm seriously considering laser vision correction because I'd love to be able to just see the alarm clock when I wake up in the middle of the night. Instead, I wake up Big Daddy and have him tell me what time it is. Let's consider it his punishment for the scenario mentioned above.
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