Last night a friend of mine (who's 22) IM'd me to tell me she just learned that Smurfette was the only female Smurf. (She hasn't discovered Sassette yet.) I proceeded to tell her about Smurfette's creation and evolution into the Smurfette we all know today. (You may recall, if you're of the right age, that there was a special Smurf episode that aired at night where Smurfette first appeared.) She responded with, "That's a great story -- you have a good imagination." WHAT??? That's not my imagination. That's what happened. Then my friend told me how she likes the Smurf's; they're about love and helping people and how she and her one-year-old watch them in the morning ... and she's watching them for the first time around.

It's things like this that make me feel old.

In honor of my age, we'll now have a song:

Old age is golden, or so I’ve heard said,
But sometimes I wonder, as I crawl into bed,
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
My eyes on the table until I wake up.
As sleep dims my vision, I say to myself:
Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
But, though nations are warring, and Congress is vexed,
We’ll still stick around to see what happens next!


How do I know my youth is all spent?
My get-up-and-go has got up and went!
But, in spite of it all, I’m able to grin
And think of the places my getup has been!

When I was young, my slippers were red;
I could kick up my heels right over my head.
When I was older my slippers were blue,
But still I could dance the whole night through.
Now I am older, my slippers are black.
I huff to the store and puff my way back.
But never you laugh; I don’t mind at all:
I’d rather be huffing than not puff at all!


How do I know my youth is all spent?
My get-up-and-go has got up and went!
But, in spite of it all, I’m able to grin
And think of the places my getup has been!

I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
Open the paper, and read the Obits.
If I’m not there, I know I’m not dead,
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed!


How do I know my youth is all spent?
My get-up-and-go has got up and went!
But, in spite of it all, I’m able to grin
And think of the places my getup has been!

This morning for breakfast Rice made me a gigantic sausage, mozzarella and green pepper omelet. It was four bloody eggs big. And because I love him, he rarely cooks, and because it was really good, I ate the whole thing. While I was shoveling the omelet that was really built for two into my mouth, we discussed how his get up and go and has got up and went. That's when I told him about the above song.

He'll be 31 on the 28th of this month and already he understands about how one's get up and go has a tendency to get up and leave. And I'm not far behind.

Happy weekend ya'll.

By the way, if you haven't answered my question for wild and crazy people from the previous post, please do so now.