Yes, Dear

Regular readers may recall that earlier this summer I was thrashing around trying to find a decent new pair of sunglasses that a) wasn't hidious and b) didn't cost something to the north of $150.

Try as I might, I couldn't seem to hit on the right pair. All the ones I saw were just too, I dunno, jack-o-lanternish - if that makes sense.

Then, two weeks ago, I had a brilliant idea. After a quick Google search, I was able to track down a pair of silver-framed John Lennon round granny glasses. Fifteen bucks. Done and done.

I really happen to like these glasses. They're retro. They're kinda counter-hip. And when topping my otherwise extremely conservative and low key personal exterior, they have a touch of subversiveness about them.

Well, the Missus came home this weekend. I had not told her about my new shades. Somehow, I knew with every particle of my being that she really was not going to like them. So when I put them on in front of her for the first time Sunday morning, I was braced for her comment: "I really don't like those sunglasses."

"Why?" I asked.

"I just don't. They're so...small and round."

"Well, that's rayther the point," I replied.

She finally allowed that I could wear them while driving my jeep (which she also doesn't like very much). However, she pleaded that I not walk around in public with them, but go back and try again with something else.

Sigh.

You know, there's a story out of Le Morte D'Arthur about a knight who has to go on an errand to discover the answer to the question, "What is it that all women want?" He rides high and low, interviewing lots of folk who give answers such as "gold" and "jewels" and "true love" and the like, before he finally comes across an old crone who gives him the correct answer: to have their will in all things.

Some things never change.

Anyhoo, I just now came across a pair over at Eddie Bauer with which the Missus can't possibly find fault, they being quietly oblong and unremarkable.