So I'm doing the lazy sunday napping thing yesterday, and I wake up to the sound of crunch. Never a good thing. So I sit bolt upright and look around, thinking maybe I've rolled over onto my glasses. No such luck. My cat has just chomped a nice sized piece out of the right lens. Crap.

Fast foward some ten minutes of Bill and myself checking the fuzzy monster's mouth for lens shards, and cleaning up said pieces from the bed. Sheesh. This was not the way I wanted to get some excitement. But I will say, thank god for emergency backups. (I can see without my glasses, but it's no longer a comfortable thing.) This afternoon I was at lenscrafters, 'cause while I can live with my backup frames, I much prefer my regular ones. (Well, they're comfy.)