Six Eyes

"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!