I found the sweetest glasses frames ever at the garage sale of the neighbor three doors down, two houses past the sex offender and one house past the nice lady who bought boyscout popcorn from Addison while she smoked all over him (to his astonishment). Because I had already walked over and back with J & A, and because supper was coming together insistently, I biked over the second time and bought the glasses and two old DVDs.
Here comes the pleasure:
I put the glasses on while I rode home. They were INTENSE reading glasses. Bike + reading glasses. Trippy, dangerous elation. It was better than heroine.
(Not that I'd know, mom.)