Feather duster or cat?
My aging eyes are starting to fail me. Things are a little fuzzy, I've noticed this year.
I'm guessing they're 20/60. I got glasses a few years ago when they were 20/40 and 20/50, respectively, but they've worsened a tad since.
A recent trip to Longs really put this in perspective for me, pun kind of intended. Standing in line at the pharmacy, I saw a fuzzy brown object on the top shelf all the way in the back, maybe 20 feet away.
"Is that a stuffed cat in a curled up position, or is that my eyes?" I asked Claus. Odd decoration for a pharmacy.
"It's a feather duster," he responded flatly.
I knew he was dying to make fun of me but he dared not. Still! I know you inside and out, Claus Hansen! I know what that look means! Even if you deny it!
I've started packing my glasses in my purse when I go out, though sometimes I still forget. Sorry if you wave at me and I don't respond.
I'm not a snob. I'm a bat.