When I was young, I had nightmares of going to school naked and doing exams that I never knew were scheduled. Now I have this to look forward to? Not an improvement at all!
I have a good friend whose husband has Alzheimer’s. She found him trying to put the top to his sweatshirt on as his pants.
He should have gone commando.
Hope it’s not racist to say, but my moments of madness are usually associated with whiteness. I had a white Chrysler New Yorker on a family trip and went out to start it while the fam caught up and was struck by how clean it had gotten while we were at breakfast. My clue was the key didn’t fit that New Yorker but the white car three parking spaces down from me. I was young then, but prone to such madness.
This week before first light, I put my favorite white coffee mug under the Keurig and came back to find the pot had malfunctioned, overfilled the cup and was pouring pale coffee all over the counter. I grabbed another cup to take the overflow and shoved it under the spout as I went to unplug Keurig. And found instead that I had put my favorite white mug upside-down under the spout.
White privilege, my a$$.
My brother in law (a legendary smart ass) asked his 85 year old dad if he and mom still “did it”
“Naw”, said his dad. “It’d be like trying to stuff a raw oyster into a piggy bank”.