So, yesterday, I received this wonderful envelope in the mail.
It was an application for membership in AARP.
I would LOVE to be retired. Really, I would.
I would LOVE to get the AARP discount on stuff, especially travel.
And I have nothing against people who happen to be the appropriate age for membership.
I, on the other hand, am almost half the required age. HALF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Clearly, this was a sign that this week is going to be the week from the pit. I am hoping for improvement, cautiously, since I did successfully empty my dishwasher today without drama. I think that is the only thing that has been drama-free in the last 72 hours.
Lindsey brought me a vanilla malt from the Zesto last night, which was very helpful temporarily. Maybe if we gave vanilla malts to people all over the world who are fighting unnecessarily, and perhaps if we also gave them to people in state government who cannot see the forest for the trees, this planet would be a happier place.
Or maybe I'll just join AARP.