D*** Punch From Reality
I’m turning 50 this month. Not a big deal, really. I feel absolutely fine about this. I’m not a birthday person at all. I usually go to work; it’s just another day. Sometimes we will go out to dinner the following weekend but we do that all the time anyway. It’s just a number.
So I come home last night and my wife has opened the mail. Here is what’s on top of the pile:
Really? I WAS totally fine with this whole fifty thing!!! Why did they do this?! I’m not a spring chicken but I’m not exactly ready for polyester slacks and a Rascal Scooter. **** you, AARP!!!!!