Seriously, buy that shit online. Just don't tell Spexxvet about it.

I know you can get deals on contact lenses on line, but it seems to me that lenses for glasses would be trickier. For one thing the lens would have to be ground to fit my frames which they don't have. :confused:

You just send them your frames or if you know the model number and make send them that info.

Check out:

http://www.cheapglasses123.com
http://www.39dollarglasses.com
http://www.eyeglasslensdirect.com/

Hey thanks, Foot. Great prices! At those prices I can buy a decent set of spares if nothing else. I'll check them out. :)

no problem. Gong to a brick and mortar eyeglasses place is for rich people.

Okay.
So it turns out Grandad is nowhere near to the end of the road as Mum has been telling us.
I've had this before with her, but this time I thought she was for real.
But from what I heard today, she's known for some time.

It's not attention or sympathy seeking behaviour from her, it's just extreme pessimism and "preparing for the worst".

I went to visit Grandad with her today and heard with my own ears that "as we said before, he could stay in this situation for months". And then I overheard a phone call to her brother in which she made it clear that she'd told him in a previous weekly call.
Not me though. Yeah, thanks.

She's been shitty all day - possibly because she is worried about her dad hanging on and whether he is in pain. Possibly because she is just in a shitty mood anyway.

I'm getting one word answers from her - even when I was trying to sort out how we could both use the oven at the same time - me for bread, her for dinner tonight. Which I was dis-invited to. "You have your own dinner tonight, right? Just that there won't be enough to go round otherwise. We could stretch it of course..."

Yes, I have more than one thing I can eat tonight.
But the usual deal is I get my dinner served in the kitchen (since I refused to eat with her after the coughing incident when she disappeared for three days, oh and the time she ruined Christmas) and then I do as much of the washing and wiping up as I can while they are eating dessert at the dining table.
And she asked me at gone 15.00. Not this morning when we went to the supermarket together. Not 12.00 when I was going to the local shop to see if I could buy milk powder.

I don't mind it much. The coughing spasms passed a long while back (yup, they were an affectation) but I don't like hearing her spin on weekly events. It makes her out to be a cross between Joan of Arc and Mother Theresa, while describing everyone else as a drone or a complete arse.

I might feel differently tomorrow.
I over-react to her it's true.

But today she's done my nut.

Still. I can smell my beer bread rising.
And I can hear Diz knocking beebles through the cat maze.
Life could be worse.

*hugs*

My mom is driving me nuts, too, but for a diff. reason.

She forgets what she said five min. after she's said it and I can't fooking take it anymore.

I'm hearing the same shit every two minutes. She's got a gold-fish brain.

Sorry Bri. Dad's not down to two minutes but it is the same shit every time I talk to him.

Yep. I'm right there with ya, cept mine is still a teenager.

FTR she cheered up enormously and was lovely about my bread.

Realised today that she's gone for her final scan post-lumpectomy.
So I'm glad I came on here and vented rather than behaving like a bitch to her face.

Just remember, its really frustrating for him, too. He's lucky to have a Dad who makes the attempt to listen, too.

a coworker that can't mind his own business and a panel that has more design flaws than a ford pinto. is today over yet?

Thanks Sam - I am learning patience that I previously never knew existed.

Off to a sort of "funeral service" tomorrow night. There is an official name, but I can't remember it. It's a Mass said when the deceased will be buried overseas. It might be a standard Requiem Mass.

It's the father of an old school friend (who I haven't reeally seen since I was 13).
We're going because Mum knows the family well and has been going to the same Mass as the couple for years. Me being at school with the daughter is secondary - I'm there for Mum, she's there for the wife.

But it will be sombre.
She's my age and her Dad has died.

I'm doing a practice run in decorating the Angry Bird cookies for my nephew's birthday party. They are so much more freaking hard than I thought. I over estimated myself. :( Now I'm really stressed that I can't pull this off. I finally had to take two Advil that I was putting off cuz I've been drinking meds every day the past week. Ugh!