Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Not quite ready for Depends
A while back, I was in a store with Mitch and I went to read the label on the back of a package. What the...? I had to hold the package waaay out in front of my eyes so I could read it. Of course I burst into tears. It was right after my 39th birthday. It was also a short time after that bitch checker from Walmart asked my kids if they were having a good day with their Nana (meaning me). I made an appointment with an eye doctor, and rescheduled it twice because I'm a procrastinator who doesn't like bad news. Finally, I made it to the appointment today. And yay! It just turns out that my contacts are all wrong. They did dilate my eyes and I keep bumping into the walls, but I'm hopeful that will go away soon. Getting old is dumb and stupid and ass poop. Fortunately, immaturity lasts forever.
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THEIR FRIGGIN NANA!!!! Wal-mart has a medical benefits plan don't they? She needs to take advantage of the optical portion. You DON'T look like a Nana! Cheers, Donna
ReplyDeleteI think that by Walmart standards, I might even qualify as a great-grandma (cue the dueling banjos).
ReplyDeleteCelia sez, "Kate's a HOTTIE." Hunter sez, "Don't say that about my friend's mom ever again. Moms aren't supposed to be hot." And then he tried to hide his little perverted Hunter smile.
ReplyDeleteShe meant Nanny....cuz you look so young, thin and fit. You look so good.. how could you be the mother of four children? That's what she was thinking! Love reading your blog.
ReplyDeleteAshlyn
Spent the day with Anthony yesterday. My, how that boy can push my buttons. Had a great day. He loves Costco chocolate torte cake. He was bouncing off the walls when his mom came to pick him up. He was wishing Henry was here.......Gramps
ReplyDeleteAnthony pushes your buttons? Welcome to my world.
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