On the way home I didn't know whether to laugh or cry for the man. At the same time it made me wonder what kind of things I will do to make the lives of my daughters hell. Will I one day forget to wear my swimming suit to the pool? Will my "filters" become so dysfunctional that I say things to hurt others, even more than I have a tendency to do already? Will I use my age as an excuse for bad behavior? Will I become so increasingly tightfisted that I refuse to pay for electricity? (Hmm, probably not because that would eliminate the computer.) Will I go out for a run one day and mysteriously end up on Antelope Island? (Probably not... too far.) Or will I just smell fish and forget to come back?
In some ways I have already graduated to adult incompetence. (Note: that did not say incontinence.) I like to think that I have a pretty good grasp on most electronics. Then I try to watch a DVD. *SFDPH*. They just never seem to work for me. Oh, by the way, thanks to Muriel for working over the downstairs system again and leaving a cheat sheet for me. I think Mr. Eris and D-Rock worked on the system in the den. We now can watch movies without calling the Little Erises for help.
I drive too slowly. No speeding tickets or warnings since 2002.
I eat four prunes every night before I go to bed.
Oh my, it's started already.
(It's nice to be home and in our own bed, another sign of aging?)