"Where did you get those?" she asked. '
"At a VERY upscale store in Snowmass Village," I said, a wee bit defensively.
"I hope you didn't pay too much," she said, just as Dave rounded the corner sporting his own pair, purchased from the same rack.
She groaned audibly.
"Dad. You do know those are women's glasses, don't you?"
Dave shrugged his shoulders and said, "They were the cheapest ones on the rack."
"You look like an Aspen Drag Queen." she observed.
"But they look better than Mom's,"
What? Dave's Aspen Drag Queen women's sunglasses look better than my uber-cute big-ass Teal sunglasses?
I had a flash back. I was about ten years old and looked like this.
And I saw the cutest pair of sunglasses. Ever.
I begged my Mom to buy them for me.
"They're silly, Mary Lou," my Mom said. "Why would you want those?"
I told her they were the coolest sunglasses I had ever seen and I JUST. HAD. TO. HAVE. THEM.
And I begged and begged and begged and begged and begged and somehow I wore her down.
And I looked like this.
Wearing my miniature television screen sunglasses.
I didn't care if anyone else thought they were stupid.
I loved them!
And I don't care if Kimmy doesn't like my new uber-cute big-ass Teal sunglasses. I love them.
Perhaps she would prefer my other pair.