Wait, before I tell you how I know - I think that on my way to work, ALICE COOPER was in the car behind me! What what!? Who knew he lived in Cambridge and wore hoodies? I guess he's just a regular Dunkin' Donuts lovin' schmo*, like the rest of us...
Anyway, back to how I know I'm old. I went over to my Man's house yesterday for food and a movie and snuggling. We watched Road to Perdition, which I've seen before and I thought he'd like (he did). When the move was over, we had this conversation:
M: How would you feel about going to bed?**
Leslie: I'd feel pretty good about it. But you know it's like, 9:30, right?
M: No way. But I'm tired.
Leslie: getting up to check clock in kitchen Yeah, that's cool, I'm just saying it's early. I'll bet you a dollar it's only 9:30. checks clock WHOA. Yeah, it's early.
M: Why? What time is it?
Leslie: 8:36
M: Wanna watch another movie then?
Leslie: I think we'd better.
Yeah. So we watched Mallrats and THEN went to bed. Because there's going to bed early, and then there's hurry-up-it's-almost-4pm-Old-Country-Buffet-will-be-packed-for-dinner early...
*Is this how you spell "schmo"? It could be shmo or shmoe, but those look even weirder. Whatevs...
**This was not presented in a bow-chicka-wow-wow kind of way. I think he was yawning when he said it.
3 comments:
Oh I would have fallen asleep before the movie even started, likely due to a post-old country buffet food gorge. So that makes me even more of an old lady! Give me your Boniva pills, would ya?
Been falling asleep early like CRAZY lately. I blame the weather. Suuuure it is.
Dude I'm PSYCHED when my day works out so that I can be in bed before 9 pm.
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