Ha ha good one 👍 it always seemed like fun until you actually got to be a real grown up . Which has to be navigated with extreme caution … or it gets quite messy .
Jennie, its true for me. Last week I put on my glasses and read all the dials on my year old toaster oven. It was so exciting I pulled out the instructions and read those too. I still can't believe it, but this thing is an air oven too. I could never get my toast toasty enough, but now I know that I have to turn the button past 10, to get more toasting time.
I'll join you in retiring from that job. With that in mind I will skip (not walk) down to the harbour now to look at some boats and waves, and enjoy the sun on my face.
Tom is an acquired taste - I had to do some hard miles doing dumb self-harming shit before he made any sense. Like Leonard Cohen - couldn't be bothered in my young wild days, but once I started to "ache in the places I used to play", the man is the Man!
Remember when we thought being a grown up meant we finally would be in control? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I think the sweet spot was freshman year of college.
I gave up the adulty part, looking to leave the seniory stuff behind and embrace the joy of childhood again…except all that crap like bills, appointments, oil changes, and furnace servicing follows me like a stray dog who just KNOWS I’m the one to give it a home. It’s a trap - find Neverland and live with the Lost Boys…too late for me now 🤷.
Hey, I'm 58 and still have the sense of humor of a 12 year old boy, and still would rather play video games than garden or play pickleball or whatever it is I'm supposed to be doing at this age. 😁
Ha ha good one 👍 it always seemed like fun until you actually got to be a real grown up . Which has to be navigated with extreme caution … or it gets quite messy .
I just figured out that the numbers on the toaster denote time, not—as I had previously thought—the level of toastiness.
Is this . . . true?!!!! 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱
Jennie, its true for me. Last week I put on my glasses and read all the dials on my year old toaster oven. It was so exciting I pulled out the instructions and read those too. I still can't believe it, but this thing is an air oven too. I could never get my toast toasty enough, but now I know that I have to turn the button past 10, to get more toasting time.
I can't wait for voice instructed appliances.
Shocking to spend 46 years on this planet and not understand this basic principle of breakfast. 🤦🏻♀️
At least I know I'm not alone!
I'll join you in retiring from that job. With that in mind I will skip (not walk) down to the harbour now to look at some boats and waves, and enjoy the sun on my face.
Yep, we all missed the “there is no money back guarantee” fine print when we signed away our childhood for adulthood.
Summabitch, damn that fine print. 😆
Hilarious. I strangely feel better ❤️😄🖖
Well then, mission accomplished😎
I’m today years old when I learned about the numbers on the toaster.
I only recently found that out too haha
I figured that I was an adult when I suddenly realized that my high school class was running the world. But that was decades ago...
And what are these world-runners doing now?
Tom Waits to the rescue!
Break out your ukulele, rattiest tights and bath towel cape, swimming googles and tricycle - Rock out!
https://youtu.be/CWh4xHeFMIQ
I'm off to the playground and gonna spin on the merry-go-around until I puke.
Where did you find that?! 😆😆😆
Tom is an acquired taste - I had to do some hard miles doing dumb self-harming shit before he made any sense. Like Leonard Cohen - couldn't be bothered in my young wild days, but once I started to "ache in the places I used to play", the man is the Man!
More Tom - from his Glitter and Doom tour - Goin' Out West - https://youtu.be/E4_N2F4o4cU
Remember when we thought being a grown up meant we finally would be in control? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I think the sweet spot was freshman year of college.
Oooh that was a great time period indeed!
I gave up the adulty part, looking to leave the seniory stuff behind and embrace the joy of childhood again…except all that crap like bills, appointments, oil changes, and furnace servicing follows me like a stray dog who just KNOWS I’m the one to give it a home. It’s a trap - find Neverland and live with the Lost Boys…too late for me now 🤷.
Don't look at me, I took two strays home 😆.
But the Neverland thing sounds ideal, I'm off to look for Lost Boys.
"Colgate Anticavity Antigravity Anti-tuna-tartar paste?" I'd buy that....
😆 Samesies
I have read this before and it's aged like wine---
the good kind. Jump the funk and feel hotsy totsy, girl. We'll catch you later.
You're one of the very few, but that's awesome you read it and liked it again. aged like wine hehe.
All of this! I'm sick of adulting too, my friend.
Also, "Spankings took a weird adulty twist." 🤣🤣🤣
Why did I know YOU'D love that line 😆
It’s too peopley out there! I love that. And yes, I agree. It is too peopley out there.
Rest and refresh. Sounds like a good plan to me!
Oh this was good! And now you’ve mentioned nap time, I know where I’m headed. Luckily I have no adultier adult to stop me.
ooh good point about no adultier adults to stop you Sally!
Hey, I'm 58 and still have the sense of humor of a 12 year old boy, and still would rather play video games than garden or play pickleball or whatever it is I'm supposed to be doing at this age. 😁
I mean..that sounds good to me too 😆