OK…where’s my cane?

Tip of a Fresh Look Red Celosia

In addition to the fact that I now need to take a nap each day, that I’ve started to use wrinkle cream, that I “don’t get” Britney Spears, and that I’ve been going to bed at 9:00 or 9:30 all week, I have now become the ultimate old lady. I stop and tell strangers my life story.

After a particularly trying round with the dynamic duo this afternoon, we were rounding the bend for the final leg of our daily walk when encountered a nurse from Metro Hospital. She commented, nicely, that my dogs seemed to be such good walkers (ha! I snorted in my brain cavity). I thanked her and it just snowballed from there. I told her about being in the hospital recently, about how “well” my dogs really walk, and about my husband and I adopting a baby. All in the span of five short minutes.

Bank tellers and grocery-store clerks, beware! I will soon be your worst nightmare — the little old lady who comes in just to talk and holds up the entire line of grumbling young-uns behind her.