On a long drive into the mountain. Weird things come up.
We pass a place called the “Lemurian Fellowship.”
ME: So lemurs have their own fellowship now?
HE: I guess. I’m Reformed Hedgehogian myself.
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Describing to MB the book I’m reading after he’s made all kinds of hideous assumptions about it and irritated me.
ME: So there’s an older man and he falls in love with a younger woman and she’s the most beautiful woman in the world and her name is Tracey.
HE: Oh? And what’s his name?
ME: To Be Determined Later.
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Discussing nursing homes.
ME: Mom will be one of those old people they end up killing.
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Idly singing a snippet of an old hymn while gazing out the window.
ME (in a dreamy voice): My mom used to sing that to us when we were little. (pause) And I was like, “Shut up, Mom.”
HE: Hahahahahahaha.
ME: Thought I was going a different way with that little story, didn’t you?
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ME: We need to accept the fact that as the years go by, we are going to become increasingly gross to each other.
HE: Haha. Yes, we need to have a frank discussion regarding our bill of rights and dealbreakers.
Love the part about the book! Hahahah! : )
And I love MB’s decision now, after so many years, to decide he has a new list of dealbreakers. I guess those, like pre-nups, need to be updated every once in a while.
Cara — Yes. I don’t remember how the bill of rights thing came up. I think we were discussing old man ear hair or something. I mean, come on. As people get old, bad things happen to the body and we agreed that spouses need to do what they can to mitigate the damage.
Oh, good–I thought my relatives were the only ones who worried about the “old and gross” thing–my one unmarried aunt made one of my older cousins promise to take care of her chin hairs when she gets old.
Make sure there’s an amendment in there about how when he hits 60 you can trade him in for two 30-year-olds. (I’m kidding. . . get three 20s instead!)
Kate P — Hahahaha. Two 30s would be good.
RE: Discussing nursing homes.
Heh heh heh…oh the discussions in our house on this topic…
MrRT: My dad’s really losing it. We need to start looking into what to do when my Mom can’t handle him any longer.
ME: “We?” Hey, my folks are dead. I already did my part in “taking care of the crazy old folks.” With your parents, I’m just going to sit back and watch. And laugh.
“Reformed Hedgehogian”
hee!
Please note that there is NO connection between the death of my parents and my “taking care of them.” Just need to make that clear, because it sounds all wrong when I reread it.
RT — Hahahahahaha. Seriously, though, I don’t want my mom to ever end up in one of those places only because she’s so impossible, I think they’d quietly kill her just to be rid of the aggravation.
I love her, but DAMN.