I've Joined The Over The Hill Gang

If there was ever any doubt that The Nag is over the hill, it has now been dispelled for good. Yesterday, concerned about my dimming vision, I went for an eye test. Turns out I have that ubiquitous scourge of the elderly, cataracts! In both effing eyes! I'm (slightly) too young for this.

If you're looking for me (although I probably won't be able to see you), I'm the one with the walker and tightly permed blue rinse. On the positive side, from now on Mr. Nag can refer to me as his "old lady" and really mean it.