Dad called on our way down to take him to his eye doc apt. He called at 5 till 1pm. He was like aren’t we supposed to be there at 1pm? I told him no 2pm. He had accidentally wrote down the wrong time.
The apt. Took forever. Andy was like is this going to end. I had to take care of everything because he was less than forth giving on any questions which is fine. I would rather help get it done. He had to get new glasses. I thought he would want to get transitions so that they would turn into sunglasses but he said he did not want that. He thought he would not like it which now thinking about it he might not. I did talk him into anti glare. They said his eyes had changed a lot - she said almost a full bank (whatever that means).
I saw a lot of cute glasses in there! I was ticked. The place I go sucks and this place had a large selection. I found several that I liked and were less than what I paid errrrrr.
He got a new battery for this thing. He said “Kevin” had brought one. Andy said “do Not give that thing to Kevin”… dad was like “I am not”… That is not his to give out that is Mike’s so it best be there.
Zorro was doing a good job overseeing Andy's work and keeping him in line. I'm sure you could go to several eye places and pay way less than you do with insurance.
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