I am going to be 26 this August. Many would say I am a baby myself. My body doesn’t agree. My wonderful 20/20 vision is gone and I have finally had to give in and buy glasses for my weakling eyes. At least I can look all artsy with what may become an expensive habit. I already have two sets of glasses and keep looking longingly at other pairs. I can’t help myself I want to match my glasses with my outfits as others match their shoes with their handbags. It is a sickness I tell you.