We were leaving for church yesterday and Mr. CPQ tossed my sunglasses to me as we were headed out the door. I have no idea where he found them since I have this innate ability to lose sunglasses within two hours of purchase.
He, however, knows where his are at all times because he’s cool and wears them every day as he drives around town and I never wear mine because I don’t know where the last 8,537 pairs are that I bought and have a flock of crows’/crow’s feet to prove it.
I am so irresponsible with shades (breaking, losing, sitting on them) that I’ve self-imposed a $10 limit on their purchase price and, really, shouldn’t we just be honest and call it a rental agreement and usually wind up buying them off the circular display at the Exxon on the side of whatever highway I find myself during my summer travels. Last week, however, when I was at the eye doctor’s office I saw this pair of Kate Spade sunglasses that I thought were perfect for me so as we walked into Sunday School I was lobbying the powers that be pretty hard for an upgrade.
It didn’t help that as I was making my case, I tossed my purse onto the floor beside my chair and promptly proceeded to step on the pair that had fallen out.
Maybe Kate has a new line debuting at Circle K.
Have a nice day.