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Reading all about TMNT and Voltron and Transformers and stuff ...
I found myself thinking of The Banana Splits, and the Monkees, Ultraman, and Batman ...
And to top it all off ... tonight at work ... one of my dept's supervisors noticed that one of the ambulance crew members calls me "Momma."
Supervisor asked why ... I said, "It's because I'm old enough to be his. He's called me that since he started here."
You know what my damn little bastard pretend-child said?? "No, it's because she's OLDER than my mother."
"Why you little ...!!!"
Moments like this are why they DON'T let me carry at work.
Ah well. I guess I should start filling out that application for Golden Age Manor. I understand they have ID anklets that set off an alarm if you try to leave your assigned area. (Kind of like anti-theft tags for old people).
We'll I'd do that, except I forgot where I left my pen, and I can't seem to find mah reading glasses. I KNOW I just had them ...
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