I wear glasses from the moment I get up in the morning until the moment I get in bed at night and have done so for most of the 41 years I have been married. I have had the same frames for two years. Last week I ordered a new pair.
When they came in on Monday, I rushed to the store to pick them up, excited about having something new. When I came home, I cleaned the house all afternoon, so shortly before my husband came home, I took a shower, put on some nice clothes, fixed my hair, and put make-up on, paying particular attention to my eye make-up to make my pretty new glasses stand out even more.
When my husband came home, I waited for the response that I knew would be coming. Hubby came home, gave me my hug and kiss and said…nothing. Well, yes, he did tell me about his day and asked what was for dinner. But nothing about my new glasses. We sat down at the dinner table, he across from me, as usual, and talked about our upcoming plans for the weekend and when the kids come in a few weeks, and all the while he kept staring at me. Finally, he looked at me and said (ah, here it comes, I thought), “You look very pretty tonight.” The rest of the evening was pretty much like that.
The next morning he sat across from me at breakfast, and still said nothing about my new glasses. Just before he left for work, he grabbed his lunch I had packed for him, gave me a good-bye kiss, turned to me one last time and said, “Hey, when are you going to pick up your new glasses?” The heavy sigh from me (extremely heavy) triggered his dawning realization that something was amiss. I pointed to my glasses and said, “You mean these?”
He was aghast. “I was blinded by your beauty!” When I didn’t pick up what he was putting down (as my friend Joanie likes to say), he said, “I really blew it, didn’t I?” I laughed at him because he was so remorseful and couldn’t stop saying how great my new glasses looked on me, once my beauty was no longer blinding him.
Later that morning I walked into my yoga class. One of my yoga mates, whom I see once or twice a week for a little more than an hour, looked at me and said, “Love your new glasses.”
Coming East 
Sounds like our husbands are very much alike. My husband rarely notices my haircuts. I like how George covered his mistake, “I was blinded by your beauty!” Sweet man!
Haha, Jiawei. Yes, I am married to a jewel, and I never forget it.
It has to be a gender thing, of course- it will be days before I notice my husband has a new haircut. I blame it on my eyes…I need glasses 😉 LOL! Great post!
I wouldn’t get new glasses, BB. Then you will have no excuse!
“I was blinded by your beauty!” — how sweet of George!
Love the post, Susan 😀
He is such a sweet guy, Amy…no joke!
Women notice everything. Men notice nothing.
Well said. Oh, wait. Men notice cars.
Good point. We need to buy glasses and shoes and get hairdos that have little motors.
Hahaha, NQO.
Maybe George needs glasses? 😉 It’s the other way around at our house. I get asked, “Is that a new blouse?”
“No, I just haven’t worn it since last summer.”
Maybe he doesn’t see if because of my glaring beauty. Or the shine on my nose…
I’ll have to see what Dianna and Al had to say in their earlier posts.
I’d rather George notice my beauty than my new glasses any day, Patti! LOL
Priceless. lol I physically laughed-out-loud reading this. 🙂
I have a feeling you’ve experienced similar events, E.C.
It’s like you read my mind. 😉
Yep, Just about every week. lol
That’s why you found it so funny, E.C.!
Yes, that just about sums it up.
But ya’ gotta love’em, HG.
I think we’re all married to the same man…hahaha! The other day I sent my husband a text that read “My surgery is at 1:30 today.” Now, it was just a minor office procedure that has been written in bold on the calendar for WEEKS. The response was “Am I being tested? If so, I think I failed.” I could not stop laughing.
Funny, funny comment, LWTTD! Are you sure your husband’s name isn’t George?
LWTTD and Coming East, My mother always told us, all men are alike they just have different faces so that we can know ours from the others She was so right…. I have been there and have done that. I am certain your glasses are beautiful. DAF
Hysterical comment by your mother, DAF. I got a big kick out of it. I have to say these glasses aren’t my favorite, tough they are nice. I just liked the way the felt on my face.
I read your post this morning over breakfast before going off to “work” at an office where I volunteer my time. The office manager, Sharon, had on glasses I hadn’t seen and I asked her, “Did you get new glasses?” She had. I told her I probably noticed because I had read your post, but she said I noticed the last time she got new glasses, too. So I may be the exception to your rule. Muri has often speculated that I got an extra X chromosome.
Maybe it’s because you’re an engineer?
My husband notices change on rare occasions. In fact, so much time goes by that when he does notice something I lapse into stunned silence. You have a good one there Susan. He had a vague feeling something was different so he covered by saying, “You look very pretty.” Good man, your George. 🙂
Yes, he is a good man, Dor. I think the make-up on a weekday threw him.
My problem is my husband notices EVERYTHING and somehow thinks he has to make comments/compliments ALL the time! He is ever so gracious and appreciative of anything I do automatically for him, like even thanking me for preparing dinner. I’m different, a more reticent person. Yesterday, he thanked me for something and I said he didn’t have to thank me. I should be more gracious. He used to help me look for my glasses all the time until I bought a new pair recently. He ‘trained’ me to put my glasses in the same place to find them. Susan, I’ve been with this same man for nearly 51 years next month! Been blogging a whole year already! Always enjoy your blogs!!! God bless you and your hubby!
~Liz
And that’s why you have been with that sweet, sweet man for 51 years! We’ve done nothing to deserve it, but God has richly blessed us with these husbands of ours.
AMEN! I am blessed!!! You are blessed!!!
\o/
I should not be reading this post. If by chance I do begin to understand the differences they laws of the universe will have to be altered. And we will have to figure the new ones out all over again. It is much easier to acknowledge pretty and ignore new bee-baubs that are invisible in the face of pretty.
John, you charmer. You’re right. I should have been satisfied with pretty.
This too might cause the rules to change. Relax we are used to it ! It is important to be consistent… even if it is consistently wrong…..
LOL, John.
My husband is exactly the same. I can sport a new haircut, new glasses, new clothes … and he just doesn’t notice. Even worse, I can buy him a new shirt or new pants and put them in the closet and he’ll just reach in and pull them out and put them on and not notice that HE has new clothes (one day he came home from work and said, “Is this shirt new? It feels really stiff at the neck.” (I’d neglected to remove the cardboard from under the collar and he’d been walking around all day like that).
I am guffawing right now, Margo. Your husband is even funnier than mine!
They’re all cut from the same cloth!
Ha! That is hilarious!!!!!
Mine never notices a hair cut or color, let alone new glasses. Still sounds like you have a wonderful guy!
Oh, my goodness, Lisa, I absolutely have a wonderful guy. He’s even cute when he does things like this. He was so funny trying to backpedal.
Too funny. Since you weren’t following me when I published this post, I’m sharing the link. I think you’ll like it!
Just read your old post, Dianna. Sounds as if our hubbies are two,of a kind!
Well, Dianna and Susan, since we’re dredging up past posts I think this one pretty much applies to the topic at hand. http://thecvillean.wordpress.com/2011/05/01/guys-here-at-long-last-the-secret-to-a-successful-marriage/
You wouldn’t be poking fun at us women, would you, Al? Because that definitely would wipe out a ton of atta boys. Luckily, George has a storehouse of atta boys, and in this family, they do carry over. For a day or two.
I want the name of George’s agent.
Susan, and she’s not taking on any new clients. She has her hands full with George.