Spending the better part of the day at the big town about 50 miles away, on a sacred mission to increase eye doctor wealth. So don’t send the ransom or start polling hospitals.
ETA: Back. That stuff they put in your eyes to dilate the pupils? Hate that stuff. Also, the price of the eye drops roughly doubled so thanks much (on behalf of myself and Wal-Mart) to the guy who sent that hundred bux to the tip jar. Wouldn’t have made it without you.
Having solved LB’s bladder problem, I’m gonna go lie down for a while.
Those eye drops are a killer. I’ve always hated them because it never fails to be a sunny, bright and, after the drops, painful kind of day. I hope you had those cool shades with you and somebody else was driving.
Great now I can not get the Jefferson’s theme song out of my head. I know that was movin on up but that’s what I thought of when I read the title.