I have a confession to make, and it’s not pretty. I have a dysfunctional relationship with sunglasses. Actually, one could go as far as calling me the sunglass sadist. I break my sunglasses constantly.  And these aren’t little injuries. They fall off the console in my car and get stepped on. They get tossed in the bottom of my bag and crushed by my wallet or scratched by keys. They get run over. They get eaten by my dogs. I’ll put it to you this way. People who did something very bad in a past life come back as a … Continue reading →