So I joined the fraternity of the old farts club yesterday. There are
benefits. You can get away with a few more things that the younger types
can't. Putting clothes on backwards, passing wind in a public place, looking
for your car in parking lots, starting every second sentence with "When I was
your age....". Stuff like that.
Husband promised to take me somewhere nice and expensive for dinner. Showed me
catalouges with jewels and gold and told me to pick whatever I wanted.
He thinks it really doesn't matter; I'll forget everything in a couple of
hours. Like they say, there are benefits...

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