Ferris Bueller Called and He Wants His Glasses Back

Glasses? Glasses? Glasses?

An empty case. That's all I have to show. Because what goes in the case has now disappeared. Vanished.  Yep. I am filling out a missing persons report on my Wayfarers as we speak. I'm praying the worst has not happened.

The only explanation I can come up with is that Ferris Bueller magically appeared, went through my purse, and stole them. The two deviants are now enjoying a fun day off from school together watching ball games, dancing at parades and the like. It can't be that I lost them. Nah! Not just two short weeks after I bought them. Impossible!

I think that after this incident, I have learned that me and Mr. Ray Ban are not compatible. The last pair I purchased were aviators and those wound up committing suicide by jumping off my head and shattering the lenses into a million pieces on the tile floor. Now these have decided to up and walk off. I give up.

I've had colds that have lasted longer than those sunglasses. Sigh...