I sat on my glasses last night. It was brilliant. Brilliant as in masterful, precise, delivered with the exacting of a drone strike. Truly artful. Or as my husband put it, ‘Bullseye!’
The only collateral damage was my pride.
Both stems were taken clean off with the mini screws still intact. The decorative crystals and pearls were unscathed and unscratched. The glass lens were unbent and unbroken…staring up at me with a sort of jocular air having gained independence from the stems.
It was an excellent, precise strike.
When I visit the repair shop, I am not going to explain this damage as masterful. I may not even admit to it.
It’s fake news, as far as I am concerned…
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