{we were walking the dogs yesterday morning. it was icy. really, really icy. i had delilah, who is still horrible on a leash. she was pulling. i was going slow. ali and oliver were way ahead of us on the sidewalk.}
Ali:: Be careful right there! It's terrible!
Me:: I know. . .
{i continued waddling along. slowly.}
Me:: The last thing I want to do is fall. . . You know, I'm about old enough to end up in the nursing home!
Ali::{cackling with evil laughter} You could be my gramma's roomie!
{at what age and condition could you really land yourself in a nursing home?? it's something i'm beginning to consider!}
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