A lot of you probably dont know this but…I’m short sighted.
That was tough to admit.
I need glasses.
It’s my hidden shame.
I dont wear them because i dont actually believe in the use of perscription glasses or drugs.
Also, glasses are for NERDS.
Anyway, my vision isnt that impaired. I just have trouble reading the number 11 on clocks. Recognising faces. Reading road signs. The colours green and orange, twilight, mornings and Sundays. It’s kinda hard to explain how being shorted sighted affects my Sundays and mornings but it does, believe me, it does.
Anyway please dont call the ISPCA on my ma. She’s really good with Ryan… especially after her second glass of wine and before her 7th. So from 12- 6 every day she is really good with kids.
And i’m pretty sure Ryan’s mother, Carol, is a good mother too…if she was ever around.