Today I was at the library checking out a stack of books. The teenage guy behind me commented that I must like to read. My pithy response was “Yup. I just loves me some books.” Where the heck did that come from? I never talk like that. :rolleyes:
At the post office (again today) the words “Peachy keen, jellybean” came out of my mouth when the lady behind the counter asked how I was doing. :smack:
My daughter is right. Us old people really are strange. I’m 37. What will I say 20 years from now?
Sheesh.
