Or, I will in 7-10 business days which is when I will get the new glasses that I was fitted for today. While I am excited about the prospect of seeing better, I'm a little anxious about the cleaning spree that will no doubt follow the improvement; blindness is a really good excuse for overlooking dust and grime and I have milked that excuse for all that it is worth, for quite some time, now.
So, I have 7-10 days left to dwell in relative ignorance of the squalid conditions of my home. I'm going to milk that for all that it is worth, as well, starting with not spending a minute of my long holiday weekend on housework.
Instead, we are going to hit the drive-in for Transformers 3 on Friday night, attend a wedding on Saturday, throw a BBQ on Sunday and, go boating on Monday. The weekend will culminate in a blast of fireworks on the front lawn, courtesy of the $300 worth of pyrotechnics that Hugh purchased this past weekend and, while I realize that new glasses would aid in the viewing of the fireworks, etc.; I'll just have to suck it up and squint through my old glasses during four-out-of-five of our weekend events, vision being less important in boating than in other endeavours (except for when you need to see the giant wave approaching your boat in time to spare yourself from going ass-over-teakettle into the captain's chair, obviously).
Of course, the most important part of all this is the part where I tell you that the new frames I chose are awesome. Seriously, they make me almost want to wear my glasses in public. This could make driving almost pleasant. And, the eye exam, lenses and frames only set me back $90.40 more than Hugh's fireworks.
I'm betting they will last longer, too.