Tim surprised me this weekend with a new pair of sunglasses. I actually squealed when I opened them up. I think it’s the second time he’s heard me do that. No, third. Once with a signed Sting album, again with a Bladerunner unicorn, and now this. I will not apologize anymore for what makes my heart beat faster. I am what I am.
They don’t look like much in the picture, but they are absolutely beautiful, with I believe, welder’s glass in them. I don’t have the side shields in, but I’ll give anyone ten points if they can correctly identify whose glasses these actually are.