On Sunday, I tried lifting a stackable chair and threw my back out. Not only am I a wimp, but I'm now sporting an 80-year-old shuffle.
Pretty soon I'll be complaining about teenagers these days and their obnoxious habits ... oh wait, I already do.
Pretty soon I'll be wishing I could eat dinner at 4 p.m. and be asleep by 7 p.m. ... oh wait, I already do that too.
Pretty soon I'll be telling the same story in 5-minute intervals and will continually forget how old I am or where I put my keys ... oh wait, is that strike three?
Anyone for a game of shuffleboard?
Afterward, we can head to the cafeteria for some Jello.