BAH. HUMBUG.
Don't get me wrong, I love Spring, I love Daylight Savings... but to a pensioner, old-timer, elderly, patriarch, matriarch, Octa or Septuagenarian, OG, Geezer, the idea of Spring Forward, is exhausting, tiring, nearly impossible.
Remember as a kid, when baby brother (5-ish) swiped your Slinky, got one end caught on the sofa, then ran 22 feet ahead making is dayum impossible to properly recoil, slink, SPRING again?
At least me, that's what I feel like. Take your Go You Chicken Fat Go and go make a chicken casserole. Tell Jack LaLanne, Richard Simmons, Cathy Smith to go away. Not interested, ain't got the energy nor the want to. WAIT, did you say Cathy Smith? VICTOR! Sorry... kinda.
Yoga at noon at the Silver Center of the Community Center? Oh crap, forgot the time change, sorry... I missed th OATS bus. Besides, yoga involves getting down on the ground, AND THEN YOU WANT ME TO GET UP?
I think I'll just stay home, have some Geritol, Integra, Vitamin B crap. Then, a nap. Hey, wake me up though when they get Wegovy or Ozempic in pill form.. Pierce this leather like skin daily with a needle? Go jump in a lake.
I'm tired. I'm gonna do it again tomorrow and call it retired. Remember the old re-cap tires? Wonder why no one has invented something similar for us geezers? We could arrange re-caps every 5, 10, fitteen or so years, and surely, with all of today's technology it'll be better'n Botox, right Goldie?
March Madness? In like a lion? Yur dayum right, we're TIRED. I CAN'T HEAR YOU, WHAT? I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to the young folks, now go back to your chair or you're gonna miss the next Bingo call.
PRNDL. We usedta say "Put in R for race..." Now, we're serious, put it in R and backup Mister, there'll be no Dancing to the Oldies in this house. I plan on napping like no one is watching. Wanna watch me?
Feebles wobble and they will fall down.
Then, one day we'll all get fat(ter) and sing with Roy, "It's over"........
"The best of life on Earth is a glimpse of Heaven" Randy Alcorn.
Victor? Yes? It is said, "In Heaven there ain't no beer." Agreed, and that's why we drink it here.
Then, drink something besides Natty Light wouldya? Bite me, I've got a cold Modelo Negra waiting for me in the fridge... but I'm saving it (DAYLIGHT SAVINGS VICTOR?)
No, I'm saving it for Saturday night, that's when I stay up til 9.
Your blog is confusing Victor.
Welcome to life as an OG. (The hell? Distressed jeans, baggy everykinda clothing, nose rings, tats on every inch, girl math? boy math? Pink, purple, yellow hair, boy bangs so long you can't see the eyebrows nor can they see out, Snapchat, Tik Tok, long nails, no show socks, paying via a tap, vapes, GPS for your friends, dogs, cats,). Victor, THAT was hella opinionated. Uh huh, ain't that onea our (OG) characteristics, with, mebbe a splash of levity?
SPRING FORWARD?
Hell to the no, Please call Marty. Doc Brown. Bif and this idea of Springing Forward is bugging the hell outta me, I wanna go back.
Love, Victurd
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