Early this morning, I was started awake by slamming desk drawers, overhead light in my eyes and mumbling of no so nice words, by a man in his underwear. This man would be my love, my one and only. With that said, his glasses had come apart in his hand as he was wiping them with the hand towel after his shower. I got up and as soon as my feet hit the floor, I have to go. So in the other room he is still slamming drawers on a mad hunt for the eye glass repair kit. Seems it was my fault that it was not in the same place he put it a year ago. So with sleepy eyes I hunted and hunted and found a small, tiny screwdriver set. Then he wanted some old glasses, I got those. Then he wanted a magnifying glass, as I was looking for that, I heard........I got it!