Over the weekend I finished up my holiday shopping and the kids and I decorated our three — yes, 3 — trees and one OSHA-challenged gingerbread house. (Tip: Use a hot glue gun or wood glue instead of icing to construct it, assuming you don’t plan to eat the gingerbread — and if you use one of those kits, why in the hell would you even want to eat it?) Plus, yesterday I saw a neat stage adaptation of Pride & Prejudice with Cindy of My Brilliant Mistakes. Did you know Jane Austen’s birthday is/was December 16th? I didn’t until they played Happy Birthday at the end of the performance. Before someone told me the significance of this, I just thought it was an odd song to play.
Today I go for a detailed eye exam in preparation for my LASIK appointment, which is scheduled late next week. I met the optometrist, who will do the eval and assist the opthamologist during the procedure, in a social setting about a year ago. He’s a bad boy, that one — albeit a rather attractive bad boy in his lean, all-American-good-looks kind of way. Just the other week I learned he was once a Navy Seal, but I’m not sure if this makes me feel better or worse. On the one hand, he’s demonstrated he can be highly focused and feels a strong sense of duty to protect the innocent. On the other, I can only hope he doesn’t have a flashback of some reconnaissance mission and snap my neck while I have my face pressed against that crazy machine. Time will tell.