Now, come on, I"m not THAT friggin' old....
Was looking for my TV remote yesterday. Damn sewing program came on. Oh, Lord, PLEASE don't make me watch the SEWING channel.
So I looked on the lamp table next to me, where I usually keep it. Not there.
So I looked down on the floor next to my chair, where it sometimes falls. Not there.
Felt around on the floor
under the lamp table. Dang, not there, either.
Looked on the other side of the chair. Not there. Well,
So I get up. I looked all over the living room. Nowhere.
Went into the kitchen, looked all over. NOwhere. I even looked in the friggin'
ice box. Not there. No where!
Well,
So I headed back to my chair. As I neared my chair, guess what I saw.
Yep! Right there. Right in my friggin'
chair. Right where i had been sitting not 45 SECONDS earlier. It had presumably slid off of my lap down between my leg and the chair arm.
RIGHT NEXT TO ME. I had to laugh. Then I had to cry.
I swear. If you can avoid it,
don't get OLD. It ain't NEAR as much fun as it looks.