The older I get, the more trouble I have keeping track of my glasses. And while it&rsquo;s not like I&rsquo;m blind without them, let&rsquo;s just say my arms sure aren&rsquo;t getting any longer. 
These glasses came after years of shamelessly flaunting my razor-sharp, crystal-clear, 20/13 vision and proudly proclaiming my precision visual acuity to everyone within earshot. (Sadly, I quickly misplaced the optical aids I coughed up $600 for, and found myself shelling out a big $9.99 at Fred Meyer for reading glasses that seem to work just as well; only I can&rsquo;t find them either.)