Random outbursts by our teenaged daughter:
Last night, while waiting for fireworks and eating Starbursts (fitting candy, in retrospect): “Oh, CRAP!! I just swallowed my Starburst and it still had SO MUCH taste left! It was only half gone! I HATE MY LIFE!! CURSES!!”
(To which I replied, “CURSE you, tiny toilet!” while laughing in a very unsympathetic manner.)
This morning, one day ahead of my birthday: “Happy early Birthday, Mom! Congratulations! You’re half-way to ninety-two!”
Now, that sure puts things in perspective, doesn’t it? Thanks, daughter. Well, might as well look at aging from a humorous standpoint….