Seeing double: ophthalmologist and I don’t see eye to eye

Family Man

I’d just removed my dog’s poop from the lawn, and my wife had me standing there holding the bag until I answered her question.

If I hadn’t said yes, I’d probably still be there while we debated since she stood between the trash can and me.

“Fine, I’ll get my eyes checked.”

I’m Italian and rely heavily on hand gestures to speak. The fact that I couldn’t see I was waving beagle doodie in my wife’s face while we conversed was a sign I needed to visit the optometrist.

Not to worry—my...

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