I have finally become my father. Which isn't altogether a bad thing, but, well, you decide.
Last week I was at JC Penney, exchanging a few items. As I left the store, I passed stacks of jeans with frayed seams, rips, and threadbare areas--old-looking jeans with new prices. There are racks of jeans in better condition at Goodwill! Heck, just buy twice as many at the local thrift store for the same amount of money, and rough them up a bit! Am I out of the loop here?
Then one of our young nursing assistants was talking about a band he likes, named "P____(insert male body part here) Monkey." Said they had some good music. Now I don't like rap, or grunge (do they still do that?) or heavy metal, but there are some sounds out there I really like these days. However, I told Eric I would never be able to discuss their music with him, because I refuse to listen to a band with that name. He said I was judging a book by its cover. I said anyone who willingly names their band something you wouldn't want to discuss with your grandmother is showing more of their character than a simple book cover.
Am I wrong?
Thirdly, Mighty Mom posted a challenge a couple of weeks ago to "show your greyness." Well, here you are folks:
Unlike my father, who was bald long before his death at age 47, I have hair, white though it may be.
So. Did I show my age?
PS. I missed the flu shot from work last month due to J-Man's hospitalization, so now I've come down with a mild case of it. Hope to answer your comments and visit all your blogs soon. In the meantime, have a Happy Holiday week!