I tried to prevent any hot flash jokes from my co-worker, Chuck, by saying that I knew I was getting older, but that wasn't my problem yet. It was the building's heating system.
Chuck said more or less, that he wouldn't guess I was old enough for hot flashes. "You can't be more than thirty-six."
I smiled, and said I knew he was just being nice to me, but I appreciated the sentiment.
Chuck continued, "Thirty-eight?"
I stuck my thumb in the air and gestured upward.
"Forty??" his voice rising in pitch of disbelief. Certainly I wasn't that old!
I shook my head, smiling sadly. No, older. Thumb gestures upward. "Forty-TWO?"
Now, up to this point, I'm feeling complimented, so I admitted "No, Chuck. I'm forty-eight."
My tiny bubble of self-congratulation was quickly burst as he let out a loud,
"OH MY GAWD!" and people in the shop laughed and turned to look at the old lady I am.
He recovered nicely by saying that I was well-preserved. Great. I'm going to go take my Geritol now and go to bed. It's past nine o'clock.
Notes:
Clay (rooster) met his maker yesterday by way of varmint. I had guests in the house yesterday and thought I might be considered a little
6 comments:
My kids don't believe me that I am younger than you because you have so much energy!
Honestly, I never would have guessed it.
We had a chicken hospice for a while. I had a chicken that also progressively lost her ability to move. She died after about 2 weeks.
You can't be serious.
Dang!
That's a lot!
Of, ummm, bones that varmint will choke on.
Yeah, bones.
There's 307, you know.
Bones.
In a chicken.
Which, mathematically, is like 700 percent more than 48.
So, keep those chins up!
I mean chin.
Yours.
Up.
I'll go now.
Camflock: Your kids have the blinders of youth.
Kristina: Thank you. I think.
Debra: I've seen this particular paralysis now twice. Next time, although I'm hoping there won't be a next time, I'm going to start with the vitamin B drops immediately.
Pack: Yes, may every single bone stick in their crawl. Or do racoons have a crawl. Of course they do - that's how they get around.
Girl.
Packsaddle may need to go through the Chinese water torture or something.
Women always age gracefully.
Men? not so gracefully. Especially after a self-induced butt whuppin'.
Just saying.
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