Super glasses man. We love him.

We're tired of having crap. Tired of the stuff building up around us. So at Christmas we decided rather than give a gift that was material we bought a goat! Just kidding now. I mean, that goat we got  had babies and now we have baby goats. Kids, if you will. That's entirely a lie. We decided we'd get a family zoo pass.

So this morning we decided to go off to the zoo.
There were a bunch of animals there.

Anyway here's the bit worth telling.

Taz stops to take out her sunglasses and drops them. POW. Out goes a lens.

I break into a Latino accent, "Man these glasses are BULLSHEET! Aint no way yo ever get them back in there."

She sighs because all the kids are there and I'm yelling stuff with an accent in the middle of the zoo. Or maybe she's sighing because she just got these glasses after I accidentally snapped the arm off her other glasses.  I figure, better to snap the arm off that rather than someone who matters.

All of a sudden there is this giant man standing right behind us. He is HUGE. He is blonde and really good looking and really well built. He says, "can I take a look at those?" And he gentle takes the glasses. Within seconds he has them fixed while he says, almost apologetically,"When you have glasses for fourteen years you know how to fix them." He begins to hurry away and then turns back to ask, "Do you need lens cleaner, 'cause I have some?" Taz laughs and says no. There's a moment and then I yell out "THANK YOU GLASSES FIXER MAN!!!" EXACTLY like when someone gets rescued in a Superman film.

My favourite quote, and has been for years is: "Things are always darkest just before they go pitch black." Thank you Sylvia Plath. That, by the way has nothing to do with the trip to the zoo.