My Sunglasses

I really like my new sunglasses - shiny, red, Ray-ban Wayfarers - I like to think it gives me hipster cred, although the very fact that I have to say that I think thoroughly negates the point. But whatever. I really, really like them, and better yet, they actually fit. On. My. Face! Woot! You must be thinking, "Well, duh it fits on your face. What, as opposed to your butt?" Oh, oh, oh, but you are not me. Therefore you must have never suffered the sad, sad fate of having an overly wide head with a flat nose. This means sunglasses don't fit me very often. And when they do, they often look and feel terrible - they'll rest on my cheeks, slide down my nose, be pushed so close to my eyes to keep them on that they will literally fog up from my body heat. It sucks, I know.

But I have Wayfarers!