Then my good, sweet daughter, Lexi, told Papa to change the number to 29 because I always say I'm only 29.
Then my bad children changed the number to 2940.
Then my totally evil children changed it yet again.
Oh, but it gets better. For my birthday, I opened a gift bag containing the following items...
You know, because OLD people sometimes have trouble seeing.
And OLD people have to take many pills for all their ailments.
A shower cap so I can get my hair done once a week and let it go for days.
You know, for all my aches and pains.
Because sometimes, you're just irregular.
Yeah, I know I have a
And, of course, everyone knows that OLD people love their butterscotch.
Of course there was no card with this particular gift. No one would admit to giving me this. They were probably just afraid I'd beat them with my cane.
*****I didn't come up with a Sunday Sound Out this week because there were just a couple questions. Isn't there anything you want to know? Doesn't anyone have any burning questions just begging to be answered? Hello? Anyone? Anyone? Buehler?*****