What do you do, when you find your husband’s eyeglasses sitting on the edge of the tub? I’ll tell you. You leave them there, and wait for him to ask if you’ve seen his glasses.
I know you’re busy watching the Red Carpet (or the Blackhawks, if you live in my house), so I’ll make this quick.
“I can’t find my glasses.”
“They’re on the edge of the tub.”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you. I was in the shower, and turned to wash my face, and I still had my glasses on.”
Now what do you do? I’ll tell you. You fall down on the kitchen floor and laugh until you can’t hardly breathe.
Getting old is hilarious.
About Ginny O'Donnell
After reading a really nice obituary a few years ago, I considered what they'll write about me. "She worked all day, then went home and made supper." Except now, my husband has retired, so he makes the supper. Hm. I sound kinda lazy, but I'm always busy. You'll see.
Part 2: I like my original About Me, so I'm keeping it intact. But now I, too, am footloose. Let's see what happens next, shall we?
Part 3: Just to keep everything in perspective, I'm keeping parts 1 and 2 intact. Now, I am actively and happily NOT so footloose, doing my thing over at Cottage Door Press. And with it being off its training wheels, I will pick up my ginnygram pen again. Love!
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