Well, today it became clear that I’m definitely getting older (as if the two kids growing like weeds in front of my eyes weren’t a good enough hint).
1) I got glasses.
2) My new credit card arrived and I got so excited it might as well have been a pony.
This seems like a good opportunity to recommend that anyone interested in visiting us (or just in traveling in general) get the Chase Sapphire Reserve card. This is obviously not an advertisement because I just started this blog and don’t have ads, so think of it as a public service announcement. Right now they have a 100,000-mile sign-up bonus after you spend $4,000 within three months, which is huge. Like, that could potentially get us more than 2 round-trip tickets home for Christmas (Rome to Chicago). Yes, please! There is a hefty $450 annual fee, but that is pretty well offset by the $300 annual travel credit. Basically, you get credited back $300 you spends on hotels, flights, taxis, etc. every calendar year — so if what others are saying is correct, you can claim that this year and next before you pay the second year’s fee. Anyway, there are a ton of other benefits if you travel a lot, but they are better explained by other people like The Points Guy
Anyway, I’ve been pretty pumped about it since it arrived.
I actually talked about it for a while with Julie-the-glasses-lady while she was trying to figure out how to make me look the least ridiculous in glasses. I swear this was a totally normal conversation (she brought up frequent miles when I told her about our upcoming move), but you could be forgiven if you weren’t convinced that I’m the best judge of “normal conversation” based on that trip. The reason I went in the first place was because I was worrying that my depth perception was off.* I was trying to explain this to one of the assistants by telling her about hitting a car in a parking lot, and about having trouble catching fireflies with Owen this summer. The point of this lightning bug information was that I was worried my vision was changing because I noticed a big difference from one year to the next. Apparently this was not well communicated, because while I was waiting I overheard quite a few comments:
“What is she, an entomologist?”
“So she just likes catching bugs?”
“Ok, but it isn’t for work?” >
Nope, not embarrassing at all.
*For the record, he thinks my depth perception is pretty much fine but that if I notice it seems different it could just be normal changes. “You know, people talk about turning 40 but I swear that I was 29 when things started declining …” I’m 29. Thanks, doc!