Being nearsighted has posed significant problems/been a key point of jest for the relationship of Claire and Ruth. R continues to cite the great moment when she and C were halfway down the loggia and C turns to herself, moves her hand closer and farther away from her face, then asks, "Wait, are my contacts in?"
Then there is the constant search for the eyewear. Or more specifially, the search for the eyeware so as to more clearly search for another item, say, missing P-Card. Because I'm really good at keeping track of things...er...
In other news, I'm feeling kind of gangster. And I finally did my laundry.
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