"Honey, I have a present for you!" my husband exclaimed . "It's kind of funny, but not really."
"Uh, oh," I thought. "This can't be good."
He pulled out a bag. "Tah-dah!"
I looked at him and shook my head. "You've got to be kidding."
It was a package of three pairs of reading glasses. He knew I had gone to the eye doctor and that the doctor said I'd be needing bi-focals soon.
"Three?" I asked.
"Yep. One for you, one for me, and one for when we lose a pair."
So now ladies and gentleman, I have six eyes: the pair God gave me that aren't working so well anymore, a pair of contact lenses, and a pair of reading glasses. Ah, the joys of getting older!