Words: a few
Caffeine: morning cup
Evil Calories: dangerous amounts of Peanut Butter pie
Reality TV: DVR'd new season of Project Runway
I'm going to be a loony ol' bitty when I'm old. I'm talking the works, here. Crazy hair...possibly an odd shade of blue or pink. Mismatched clothing. Sandals with socks. A little dog named Sweetie Pie in my purse. And every morning, I'll wake up to this:
Of course, when I'm old, I'll be all ornery for no reason, so a sunrise like that will most likely piss me off.
So, its day two in the bubbling metropolis of Goldendale, WA. So far all we've done is eat, sleep, eat some more, fight off the annual gnat invasion (1 gnat is fine...clusters of 500,000,000,000 gnats are annoying as crap) and attend a party where I was able to really focus on expanding the size of my ass with the help of a peanut butter pie. This morning is the weekly breakfast with "the gang" (read: handful of crazy retired people) and then this afternoon my mother hosts the quilters group.
...it's a sad realization when you discover that your retired parents have more social engagements than you do.
Anyhow, I've had a chance to write exactly one paragraph since I've been here. I think I might need to throw in the towel and admit that I cannot keep up with my parents and their socialite lifestyle. I'm just a lowly big city girl, after all.
Oh, and this boy was seen parading about in shorts of questionable tightness. At this rate, he'll end up joining the Village People at the age of six. Let's hope he can change his fashion faux pas ways.
3 comments:
We can be cranky together in the nursing home. I plan to also wear six zillion accessories at any given time in addition to the shorts and knee high pantyhose fashion plan I've got going.
Your peanut buttah pie. Give it to me.
The math is depressing. I've lived in the Seattle area for 16 years. Mom and Dad have lived in G-dale for...12 years?
And they have eleventy billion times the friends than I do!
In fact, do I even have any friends? I have lots of work friends. But since pretty much all I do is work, eat, and watch Project Runway, my social life is somewhere around negative 825.
I'm sure we'll totally rock it when we're old.
On our rocking chairs.
Wearing our gold sneakers and multi-colored track suits.
Great photos.
I say why wait to be old to be ornery?
I am for no reason all the time!
My hubby points out I have a great life and nothing to complain about, and he's right. Except I find things anyway.
Thanks for your moral support in this process.
The query stage is killing me. I think it's the worst, mostly cuz I have little control over the outcome.
I want to ask you afew more things as you have gone through this but can't find an email for you...
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