The four of us decided to go on a joyful 12-mile bike ride yesterday. It was just so nice out, and the bike paths were beckoning. So much for my getting caught up on the housewifery, but really, the bike ride was worth the agita and subsequent frenzy of activity last night and this morning.
I wear glasses for nearsightedness, no news there. I have a special pair that I got just for bicycling. They hug my face. They have this squishy nosepad that doesn't slip when my nose becomes sweaty. That right there makes them well worth the cost.
I was wearing the squishy, face-hugging specs on our ride. Functionally, they're great, but they leave something to be desired from a fashion sense. They're like chemistry goggles, or WWI bomber goggles, or... oh hell, I'll just show you:
Anyway, after the ride, we decided to get something to eat. We were at this burger place and the bicycling glasses, while great for riding, were a bit cumbersome in the burger place.
"Sheesh, I feel like Spaceman Spiff", I said, taking the glasses off and going to the beverage dispenser to take my chances at a little beverage roulette.
That's when Magnum said that no, I looked more like Secret Squirrel.
Secret Squirrel.... Secret Squirrel... the name was familiar, but I couldn't quite place him.
"Is he cool? Like a spy or something?", I asked Magnum.
"He's awesome, we watched that show all the time", he assured me. Works for me.
After a little googling, my memory was jogged. Oh yeah, I vaguely remembered the clever crime fighter. And check out the hat - it also serves as a disguise AND vision correction! What's not to like?
And of course there's the oh-so-sexy trench coat...
Then I learned, from a certain deviant artist, the REAL secret of Secret Squirrel.
Hmmm... things are getting Spice-AY! Have I found another function for the glasses?