Day 15

I love Gabe's glasses. I picked them out for him in 2007. They're much better than the ones he had when I first met him, silver round frames that were too big for his face, and they were maybe five years old, so they were also kind of rickety. He also had this two-inch long mess of hair on his chin that I called his "scraggle beard" until he finally got rid of it.

My glasses, I picked up last week. I don't actually need glasses (I have 20/15 vision in one eye and 20/10 in the other), but I've always wanted glasses. I bought these cheap reading glasses at the dollar store and popped out the lenses. Don't worry, I'm not an asshole who wears glasses with no lenses in public (cough hipsters cough).

I look so much like my mother here that it's freaking me out a little.