on my birthday we were at the movie theatre, Beloved was buying tickets
“Three for Daybreakers, please.” ***movie review next time as this post is all about moi.
Baby girl and I were standing sorta behind him. I could see the cashier glance at us…
She said, “Any seniors or students?”
Wha, wha, WHAT? Oh yes she did. I could understand her mistake after all I was wearing a big coat (it was 26 degrees F) a scarf around my old turkey neck, celebrity sun glasses (it was sunny) and I had a fresh hair cut so my silver threads surely must have been shinning so brightly that she could only guess that maybe I was. A student, now wouldn’t that have been sweet, but no she meant senior. SENIOR. If she only knew that I am actually (surely) 10 years younger, nah 15 years her junior and a much better crazy a$$ than she. Humph!
No wait there’s more…Beloved latter whispered to me that he almost turned around to ask me, “Mom are you a senior now?” What a man, I just have to love him. Well I do on accounta we are married and that makes me obligated. Doesn’t it?
Guess what? I brushed my teeth with my right hand. WoooWhoooo! I’m such a big girl.
Here is a weird question for all my dear internets to ponder
Does the tongue wrinkle when people (not me) get old?