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I had a wake up call today. I'm going to need "special" care in my old age. Let me explain.
To my great disappointment, I have an awful "tin ear" and can't carry a tune to save my life. I have learned to hide my disability well and do not sing in the presence of other people, with the exception of small children who are too young to know better.
I went grocery shopping today and was slowly getting into the "zone". I had my list in hand and was bebopping along the aisles impressed with myself over what great time I was making.
I got up to the poultry case, and out of no where I belted out, "My little butterball, wouldn't go anywhere, without her man..."
I sheepishly looked around and ducked down into the household cleaners.
Not only am I going to need to find an assisted living home that will help me with my Sphynx Lair addiction, but I might have early onset Sphynx dementia.
I don't know how much time I have left.
To my great disappointment, I have an awful "tin ear" and can't carry a tune to save my life. I have learned to hide my disability well and do not sing in the presence of other people, with the exception of small children who are too young to know better.
I went grocery shopping today and was slowly getting into the "zone". I had my list in hand and was bebopping along the aisles impressed with myself over what great time I was making.
I got up to the poultry case, and out of no where I belted out, "My little butterball, wouldn't go anywhere, without her man..."
I sheepishly looked around and ducked down into the household cleaners.
Not only am I going to need to find an assisted living home that will help me with my Sphynx Lair addiction, but I might have early onset Sphynx dementia.
I don't know how much time I have left.