Yeah, look just upthread. Where I wrote it.
When you call me an azzhole, that’ll make two us.
I don't think I've called you anything. Two us or three us.
Yes, crazy aunt walked out with a ham.
You calling demented people crazy? TOTALLY insensitive.
We went back and paid for it.
Praise Jesus for FoodStamps.
Because she had onside caregivers.
As opposed to offsides? Was this a football game?
I pray that no one you know ever has dementia.
Pretty sure I'm talking to one right now.
Pretty sure I’m talking to one right now.
—just a kindly heads up for the future, when your memory fails, as it will, it will be most helpful if you start writing lists of things important enough to remember. Don’t be concerned if you can’t remember if you started a list, just start a new one. And make sure that you hide money, in not obvious places, like inside a spare roll of toilet paper in the knitted cozy, or under a lamp with a placemat. Don’t fret about finding any of again. It won’t matter to you anymore anyway. But whoever family and friends or random people will find all and know that you passed into the beyond, without perhaps even remembering your name.
One of crazy aunt’s fiinest days was arguing about keeping an expired grocery store check id card. The store had been closed for a dozen years.
An early sign of dementia is classic arguing, and perhaps fiercely so, to little things, what many others, still sane, would even refrain from commenting.
Enjoy every day being Your birthday.