The other day I wrote about being middle aged.
Besides the fact that I can't sleep in the morning anymore, I've recently needed to change my eyeglass prescription - from "NEARSIGHTED" to "GEEZER." Seriously, I had to get bifocals for the first time. Not because I wanted to, but because my wife told me I looked like an old man when I had to tilt my head back so I could read from underneath my glasses.
So, along with getting a new prescription, "we" decided that I would also upgrade my frames from "boring Lenscrafter's specials" to the bolder "you're really probably too old to be wearing something this hip" style.
Then, when I went to get my hair cut yesterday, my stylist took one look at my new specs and told me I couldn't keep wearing my hair like Tom Snyder if I was going to attempt to pretend I was hip. Suddenly I went from being...
the Jeff I've been for the last 10 years, to................. this new release.
My wife seems to like it, and that's the important thing. But even more importantly... one of her friends at church yesterday told me I looked hot.
At first I was all flattered and starting to blush but then I realized she was talking about the fact that I was all sweaty from being sandwiched in the choir for an hour in a 90 degree church with no air conditioning.
Anyway, my wife seems to like it.