Two Brooms called me last night. Twice, actually, because she had to hang up on me in the middle of the first call because she thought husband was calling her (yes, she just hangs up...) She told me husband can't see, and I need to get him in to get his eyes checked. Not that she is concerned, or she has noticed, or she thinks....HE CANT SEE and IT IS MY PROBLEM TO FIX. Ugh. Then she asked if we had vision insurance, which I did not carry this year as Wee and I had our eyes checked last year and had no issues (I suggested to husband to do the same several times, but he did not do it). So I said no. So she told me that I will be getting vision insurance next year, and I will be getting husband in to have an eye exam. And have him checked for glaucoma. I told her he's a big boy, I tried to get him to go last year, but he wouldn't; not much more I can really do. Well, that's not her problem. I need to get this done. Yeah, ok...and while I'm at it, I'll wave the magic wand and he'll start changing his oil and picking up his stuff, right???