Strange stuff this week. I walked into Henry's Market this week. For those that do not know Henry's, it is a boojie market similar to Trader Joe's but lower on the food chain than Gelson's or Bristol Farms. Anyhoo, I am walking through the produce are and saw something rather frightening. I saw FRESH ingredients for holiday fruit cake. Am I so old that I can remeber fruit cake being a punchline in every sitcom and knowing that it was a gift from every old relative or quasi family member or friend that felt obliged to get your family gift. Some were even considered better if they were spiked with rum. But, in all, they were nasty, shitty and just bad. So it creeped me out that there was a display and people were actually checking it out and entertaining the thought of creating the beast. Jeeebus!
My other getting old thing is that I will be getting a hearing aid. Funny, as I right this I am grooving to Black Label Society with my old school headphones. Screw the ear buds. Anyway, my hearing has been getting worse and worse over the last 10 years. It got to the point that my 3 year old monster was getting tired of me saying "What?", he now just walks away when I ask him to repeat himself. Tlak about being bummed. Amy just rips for not listening, not true I say, well maybe. So, thanks to all of the concerts and drag racing and loud stereos without using protection, I am no oficially old. So, no I may be able to hear my dad fart a few miles away. I guess that already happens, as anyone who knows him can attest to. So, getting old sucks.
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