Handle With Care (aka I'm Too Old for This Sh*t)
I'm too old for this blog. I was talking to a resident three years my junior today when he mentioned that his 20 year-old cousin had asked him if he blogged.
"I asked him what a blog was. I mean, can you imagine? What would I do with a blog?" he asked me. "Write about what I ate for lunch? Give the sordid details of my diet? 'I'm really hitting the vitamin B's this week; especially B12, because I drink beer as my primary source of nutrition.' Ha! I mean...you know what I mean?"
I nodded and laughed knowingly, because I do, actually. Know what he means. He means I should quit and be gone. Because, I mean
...Who?
...Blogs?
...At our age?
Anyways, I'm having ground pork with bean noodles and bai cai with white rice for lunch. Plus Poland Spring water and a banana.
"I asked him what a blog was. I mean, can you imagine? What would I do with a blog?" he asked me. "Write about what I ate for lunch? Give the sordid details of my diet? 'I'm really hitting the vitamin B's this week; especially B12, because I drink beer as my primary source of nutrition.' Ha! I mean...you know what I mean?"
I nodded and laughed knowingly, because I do, actually. Know what he means. He means I should quit and be gone. Because, I mean
...Who?
...Blogs?
...At our age?
Anyways, I'm having ground pork with bean noodles and bai cai with white rice for lunch. Plus Poland Spring water and a banana.