When your glasses have fogged over.
For several years now Buds has been able to tease me about my need for reading glasses. I couldn’t rebuff him too harshly because I needed him to read my menu to me if I forgot my reading glasses.
Those days are behind us since we picked up his two new pairs of glasses yesterday; one for up close work, one for in the distance.
Welcome to being over 40, my dear sweet Buds.
Distinguished looks good on you.
Wherever you are…