Where are my glasses?

This has been the million dollar question lately. As a child, I remember being harassed by my grandmother to help her find her glasses. It was a never ending story and I would pretend to look most of the time. I really wasn't of much help. She needed her glasses to watch the news otherwise she would stare at the screen with a squinted face.
Altough we bought her one of those necklaces that could chain the glasses to and they were suposed to stay around her neck, she never used it.
Her glasses were never in the same spot, she somehow alaways  managed to leave them in the most random and bizarre place, like on top of the fridge or on one of the bookshelfs.

Years later, this odd habit passed down to my very own mother. Before I got married, my brother and I would spend many wasted moments on searching for her glasses. Once again this annoying habit of misplacing glasses seemed odd to me.

And now, ten years later, here I am, sitting in my office and thinking "where on earth are those glasses of mine?"
I won't have a pleasant day at the office, for sure, with a squintned face and throbbing headache.
I might just me one of those necklaces!!!