About a year or so ago, there was a scientific study released that determined nagging mothers raised highly successful daughters. I am not sure where they got their study pool or what they used as their definition of “nagging,” but I would like to declare myself an outlier to this study. If nagging had anything to do with it, I would be the Queen of the Universe. Or at the very least, CEO or Grand Poo-bah of something magnificent. I had a double dose of nagging from both my crazy redheads. Between the two of them, I had all my bases covered. Granny had her own subjects to nag me about.