I should probably be more surprised by this.

Today, Jesse took the day off work and we had a great day together. We went to the dentist this morning for a cleaning, and we both got a perfect score. :) No cavities for either of us, thus maintaining our records of dental soundness. (Neither of us have ever had a cavity.) I was told by a dentist long ago that my saliva causes tartar to calcify quickly on my teeth, which in turn is actually protecting my teeth a little bit from acid erosion and whatnot. Whoda thunk? :)

We followed the dentist with a trip to the ophtamologist for me. I haven't had my eyes checked since my freshman year of college, which was 2007. Yes, I am ashamed. While the opthamologist was checking my eyes, I asked him what my vision was in terms of 20/20 and whatnot. So he checked it. My left eye is 20/80. I thought, "Eeesh, that's pretty bad!" My right eye? 20/400.

I am legally blind in my right eye.

Is it weird that my reaction was to laugh my butt off? For some reason I just find it so funny. (Hysterics? Who knows.) Thank goodness that we live in a time where contacts and glasses are trendy, easy to come by, and relatively affordable. I couldn't decide on a set of frames so I'm going to go back next week for a follow-up and decide then. They had such awesome options, and I really liked a few different styles. I need to bring a friend and have them analyze me in each pair, because Jesse is not much help, bless him. He thinks I look good in all of them.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Got home, made some good dinner. Pork chops with Cavender's Greek Seasoning on them, mashed potatoes, and I cooked myself some mixed veggies in the skillet that I did the pork chops in. (Don't judge me. The oils made them taste amazing.) After that, we went to the church building to help paint the classrooms. I may have gotten in a small paint fight with the preacher's brother. I intentionally got some on his shirt with a brush. He later snuck up behind me and smacked my rear with a paint-sodden stir stick. Yep, I was wearing black pants. Yep, it was white paint. I gave him a hard time about it, but I had already gotten paint on them and wore them with the knowledge that I would get more on there somehow. All in good fun, and we made good progress. :) It was a good day.