A few things happened this week that made me realize that I was old. Here they are, for your mocking amusement:
1. On Tuesday, my physical therapist texted me to confirm my 3 p.m. appointment. And I wanted to text back “ok” or “great”, but hipper and cooler. So I texted back “G8″. I was thinking GR(eight). Not G(eight). Maybe she thought that I was inviting her to a summit. Oh God, I just asked Husbandrinka if there is such a thing as a G8 Summit and he said that he thinks it’s G7. So now I’m old and stupid. (Update: Apparently, there are both G7 and G8 summits.)
2. I got reading glasses. Husbandrinka said that they look “goofy” and the kids told me that they make me look like my father. Which isn’t really the look that I was going for. But I was reading in the bedroom and Husbandrinka came in to say something to me (along the lines of “you’re old and stupid”) so I took my glasses off to look at him. And he’s all, “why do you keep taking off your glasses when you look at me? You don’t want me to see you wearing them?” And I’m all, “No, because they’re reading glasses and I don’t need to have you magnified.” See, these are the types of conversations that I assumed that we’d be having in the Assisted Living Village, so it’s nice to have a preview. A preview that I can see fine, by the way.
3. Over at The Mouthy Housewives, Kelcey wrote about defriending people on Facebook and I thought, “oh, poor thing. I have to tell her that it’s unfriend.” So I emailed her and she e-laughed at me, saying that it was so cute that I thought that it was unfriend, but it’s defriend. And I was all. “ha! She thinks I’m cute!” but then I realized that Kelcey thinks I’m cute in the same way that she thinks that her dad is cute. Whatever. I did some internet research, and there’s a really lively debate about the whole defriend vs. unfriend issue. Unfortunately, to understand it, you have to download one of those flash applications that all the young kids are using and I don’t want to mess with that stuff. But I’m pretty sure I remember being in a cave and my friend getting mad at me and crossing my image out on the cave wall, while grunting, “I unfriend.”
4. There are many more examples, but I can’t remember.
In the As the Bagel Turns news. Husbandrinka continues to eat only half a bagel on Saturday mornings. Last week, he threw me for a loop by eating a little more that half. This week I beautified the fruit bowl to prepare for the bagel. And I wasn’t disappointed.