Saturday, August 29, 2015
On our last trip to the beach, Elenka strolled for shells, and I guess I drifted off. When I awoke, this old chap, and his lady friend nearby, had invaded our space... like within 18 inches of my chair. A wide expanse of sand, and he needed to nestle this close?
Com' on Man! Give me some space!
Am I getting older?
I'm not on Facebook.
I've used the senior discount.
I don't give a crap about 'snapchat'.
I often need some 'white noise' to sleep.
I like to watch cooking shows.
I'll pick up spare change on the ground. Pennies too.
I've been tempted to take a nap in the afternoon.
I check the weather every morning.
I've used an emoji.
I like bookstores but often leave without books.
My Apple ID still doesn't work.
I've complained about being tired.
I still pay with coins.
I'm at home on my riding mower.
I break up big jobs into smaller ones.
I've never ordered anything on iTunes.
I've complained about prices.
I'm constantly losing track of my reading glasses.
I don't like to exercise. Never have.
I dreamed I was on Project Runway with Heidi Klum.
I apologized for nothing recently.
I'm up early. Can't sleep.
I bought a pair of white sunglasses.
I recently complained about being in a traffic jam.
I like to listen to sports on the radio.
I've caught myself ordering decaf.
I still hang laundry outside.
I get up at night and pee.
I'm procrastinating more.
And I'm finding myself making lots of excuses.
This guy and his wagon, so close, bothered me.
I ain't him, but I might be getting close.
But on the plus side, I don't own a pair of velcro sneakers yet.
I think I might break off the hands on my watch!