Better... Or Worse?

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

Today Caro met me after work to pick out some frames for my reading glasses. I got the prescription ages ago, but I know better than to attempt a purchase of this sort without wife approval. 

It was fecking PAINFUL. Lots of "take these off, put these on, take those off, put those back on again". And THEN the lady in the shop got involved and started making suggestions! She even gave me some glasses to try that Caro had already rejected. 

Caro said that she "could sense the window closing" which is a polite way of saying she could tell I was getting annoyed and we eventually got a pair. What do they look like, you ask? I don't fecking care. See? This is what happens to my sunny demeanor when you make me put on/take off/put on/take off ninety pairs of fecking glasses in a row.

So that chore is done. I also booked myself in to get a crown on one of my teeth. It is another one that crappy dentist in Edinburgh effed up. The nice NZ dentist said she can fix it though, but it means a 2 hour dental appointment. 

The receptionist man said, "Oh, the 13th of December is free," and I said that would be fine. Then I went to put the entry into my calendar at work. 

FRIDAY THE 13TH.

If my dentist puts on a hockey mask, I'm running away.

S.