I was bested by elementary school science this morning when I found out the solution evaporated from my make-shift shot glass contact case. My idea was basically brilliant, and I would venture to guess “pinterest” worthy, but this morning the swift hammer of reality fell when I saw my contacts were tiny crispies. Up until now, I felt stupid for being swindled by the girl at the Wal-Mart eye care center a few months back for buying contacts in bulk “just in case”. I guess I couldn’t “see” what was coming. It may have seemed like a “shot” in the dark, but coming in “contact” with her was clearly the best “solution”. (Btw I’m a -1.50 in both eyes, and I have a slight astigmatism in both eyes too. Sounds like that poor fellow Jackson could use a shot.)
Oh, MAN. This was the one good thing about hard contacts — I never had to worry about them dying like that.
Also: PUNS FTW!
My relationship with my contacts is borderline abusive on both ends!
Remember when Micah threw out Judah’s contacts? She had left them in two separate glasses of solution labeled R and L?
haha yea! That’s so sad that Judah tried to make SURE no one would throw them away…poor Judah 🙂