I am officially 80 years old. Today I fell asleep on the couch while watching “The Price is Right.” I woke up, completely disoriented, to commercials for Metamucil and Hoveround chairs. Tylenol Cold may or may not have been involved.
On the bright side, I’m pretty sure this is what my family thinks I do every day.
Please tell me you were also eating bon bons as this happened.
And that the bon bons were Werthers Originals.
I’ll see your old and raise you a decrepit. This summer alone I have been told that I grind my teeth, have the beginnings of cataracts and arthritis and I have seen a UROLOGIST. And I believe I am the youngest of the three of us.
I blame it on the children. They treat me like a lease vehicle as opposed to one they plan to own for the long haul.