I wish I was 18 again
It's fun to have a post office box instead of home mail delivery. It's like living with Monty Hall... every day, what's behind door number three? It's usually bills and junk mail. Sometimes it's a magazine or a postcard or a card. The canary yellow "package slip" always takes my breath away: is it a present? Did I buy something online? Is it just a lame oversized catalog?
Today, I went to the mailbox, to find my first ever credit card offer from the AARP. Which put me in the perfect frame of mind for the advertisement to come meet the new Board Certified Urologist at the hospital.
Great. So how was your Monday?
Today, I went to the mailbox, to find my first ever credit card offer from the AARP. Which put me in the perfect frame of mind for the advertisement to come meet the new Board Certified Urologist at the hospital.
Great. So how was your Monday?
posted by Joe at 11:34 PM
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It was fine. Still having a few problems with the voice, but teaching is going well. There's a light at the end of the certification tunnel.
I'm older than you, right?
Good Lord...how old are you seasoned citizens????
;)
Great Monday...always a good Monday when you awaken and make it through a Monday without suffering a heart attack.
TRP: Glad to hear things are looking up. I think you're technically older than me, but by less than 12 months.
John: Oh, antiquated. I was almost born in the '60s.
Dudes, I gotcha all beat. I am the Oldest Person Ever, according to my Sweetie.
Unlike Joe, I was born in the 1960s.
I'm younger than all of you, ha ha!
(ironic laughter)
My Monday was truly horrible but today's not that bad.
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