It’s no secret that MacGyver is a few years younger than me. Not a lot, JUST A FEW. But those few years mean the World to him and not for reasons you would typically think of.
No, MacGyver likes the fact that I’m older because that means he’ll get to take advantage of senior discounts, a few years before he actually earns them, through me of course.
Case in point, he sent me an email earlier this week that detailed all of the discounts available at many of the places we shop, and when I’ll be eligible for them. And then he ended the email with this…
See? We don’t have to wait til you’re 65 anymore! So, hurry up and get to 50 already so we can start saving more money!
Thanks honey. Hope those discounts didn’t make you frisky because sex is no longer an option in this house. This vagina is closed for business…you know, cause it’s old!
I was just getting over that whole email thing and then yesterday I took a little trip up to the Dollar Tree. I don’t know if this happens to you or not, but every time I go to the Dollar Tree I forget why I went in the first place and I still end up spending a shit ton of money.
So yesterday I was sort of staring at a wall of various items trying to remember what it was that I needed in the first place and I could hear this little boy yelling for his Grammy. After about 5 minutes, I started to think that maybe this kid was lost and then, that’s when I felt it.
I felt a tug on my sleeve and as I turned to look down there was the little boy, “Grammy!, oh, you’re not my Grammy.” He thought I was his Grandmother, ME!
I’m starting to get a complex here.
And apparently, because I’m getting older, I also overestimated my once sharp math skills. When I posted about the 1,389 miles that I ran in 2014, I was wrong. Obviously I shouldn’t try to add things up in my head anymore. From now on I’m just going to rely on Daily Mile who so kindly sent me the following graphic which clearly implies, ‘You ran more miles than you thought, too bad you can’t add anymore, looks like you’re getting old.’
All of this old age stuff was making me feel, well, old. So I really wanted to get out and go running this morning and then I woke up to 54 degrees! FIFTY FOUR! In Florida that’s a beautiful thing. So I ran 8 miles. It was awesome. Afterward, I stopped by the mailbox to retrieve yesterday’s mail. We didn’t have much, just a few bills and a magazine that I thought was for MacGyver because I didn’t recognize it. Then I turned it over and saw Kevin Costner and for a brief moment I thought it might be a People Magazine, but no, it wasn’t.
WTF? It must be Wednesday! But I am NOT OLD!
Now, tell me something random about your day that made you go WTF?