Time to fill you in on the happy endings (or not so happy endings) to some of the stories I've started here recently.
First of all, this is the new couch. The new, non-poisonous couch, that replaced the poisonous couch.
Second, the picture I submitted for TotallyLooksLike.com didn't get enough votes to make it to the final page, but it did have over 200 thumbs-ups and only twenty thumbs-downs, so it's all good. Here you are once again, to marvel at my astute-ness:
Third, after trying everything we could from bribes to trying to teach him how to do it himself, we returned my son's corrective contact lenses. The only other thing I could do was sit on him, pry his eyes open, and force them into his eyes, and I just couldn't do that. We're taking him in to the eye doctor again in six months to chart his progress and try to come up with an estimate on how long we have until the lenses won't work any more, and at that time, we'll try again. My son says he'll be willing to do it when he's a little bit older (I sure hope he's not telling me a whopper.) If worse comes to worse, I'll just drive out to the eye doctor's three times a week and have him insert them. I am going to do what I have to in order to save my son's sight, but if I can find a way to do it without putting him (and me) through a nightmare, that's what we'll do. As it was, I didn't sleep for nearly a week from the stress of trying to make it all work.
Okay, I think you're pretty much caught up now. Back to your regularly scheduled blog reading . . .