I had hopes that marrying someone 11 years younger than me would help keep me young. Apparently the opposite is happening; I am aging him.
He went outside the other day to yell at the neighbor kids. They were on his lawn.
He said britches the other day. With a straight face.
He has a hernia that troubles him sometime.
And don’t even ask him about his sciatica. Oy.
Not just an old man. An old JEWISH man.
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