Don't ask me how/why/where/when etc... Somehow, after backing up the van, filling up 200 water balloons for the birthday party next door (new record, 40 minutes,) and picking up miscellaneous yard toys, COREY'S GLASSES MAGICALLY APPEARED! On the floor of the garage. In front of the toy box that I'd dumped twice in search of the specs. Right where my rear tire usually sits.
I'm totally baffled but extremely happy, new lenses for old frames would have been $140. Yippie!!!
5 comments:
Good news. What a relief for you. They could have smashed to pieces. The angels were watching over you all.
Donata
The funny thing is the frames we were going to put his new lenses in HAVE been run over by a car!
(They were in a really good case, and came out with not a scratch to the pair!)
Sounds like somebody found them, carried them around for a while and lost them again in front of the toy box.
(Or ditched them.)
Corey ????
Glad it all turned out ok
Corey was just as surprised as I was when they turned up.
He even asked where they were, and he's not cunning enough to ask something like that to avoid trouble.
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