And do you know who invented contacts? Well, not invented exactly, but first came up with the idea? Leonardo da Vinci, that sneaky son of a gun. Which just goes to show that yes, the person that invented contacts was a super genius.
And I kind of figured it wasn’t a big deal because she had glasses, and you couldn’t really see her eyes. But, crapnuggets… now her glasses are gone and her big, huge brown eyes with her ridiculously long eyelashes are blaring all over the place like jerks. And I’m thinking, this isn’t so good.
And while I’m kind of grateful that she didn’t take after me in junior high as QUEEN OF THE NERDS, still I’m thinking… Hmmm… I think a cup or two of homeliness until she turns 18 wouldn’t be such a tragic thing.
Maybe I can start altering her jeans so that they only zipper on the sides? That would ante up the loser quotient a bit, I reckon.