My 17-year-old self? Would be horrified to read that paragraph. HORRIFIED. In a KILL ME NOW sort of way...
But first, before plunking myself down in front of the TV, I thought I would spread my germs all over this keyboard so the rest of my family can suffer with me. I mean, it's not as if they are leaping to get the dishes done and the bathrooms wiped down while I am ailing. So what does it matter? We'll all get sick together, like in Little House on the Prairie, and a traveling doctor will have to stop by and save us all before we die.
You know, I don't think the Ingalls even had to give him a co-pay. Those were the days.
|My 17-year-old self didn't have this|
gorgeous hair. Just sayin'...
I'm a very simple person, you know.
Anyway, my friend helped me and I didn't have to ask Brian, which is a plus. He's getting a little sick of Larry and me and our technological helplessness. Actually, I think he's sick of us in general. He and I drove to Home Depot yesterday so he could help me buy the right light bulbs, because OMG have you seen the light bulb aisle lately, and yes, this is yet another example of technological helplessness on my part, but WHEN did light bulbs get so complicated, huh?
Where was I? Oh, yes, I pulled into the parking lot of Home Depot and said something like, "Oh, wow, it's so busy - where did all these people come from?" and Brian said, "You ALWAYS say that when we go to the store!" And I said, "No, I don't," and he said, "Yes, you DO - here, and at Target, and Harris Teeter..."
Look, I don't really care whether or not Brian is right; but, considering we had just come from 3 HOURS at the DMV so he could get his driver's permit, I think maybe the better part of wisdom would have been for him to keep his mouth shut.
Teens: making me feel lousy since, oh, 2006 or so. Thanks, kids!
And my 17-year-old self would be thinking, "OMG, they're right, you're a loser." Shut up, 17-year-old self. Just SHUT UP.