Goodday, and welcome to the Golden Age of Retirement...
Welcome to Sunny Acres…my ass. Speaking of which, I have a raging case of
hemorrhoids…goddamn it.
Those rotten kids of mine are leaving! I worked my whole life to provide for
them…and this is how it ends?
What’s this? Cleavage
and blonde hair?
“Hello Mr. Mortenson, I’m Nadia, I’ll be your nurse.”
“Hel-lo Nadia, nice to meet you.”
“Shall I show you to your room?”
“That’d be lovely. When
do I get my first sponge-bath?”
Great! You're here too. :)
ReplyDeleteThis old man doesn't sound very nice, poor Nadia.
He's just a little bummed to be dumped somewhere...but then he thinks maybe the perks will be worth it : )
Deletelol! How quickly the mind follows the changing winds of fortune... :-) Good post, Millie. :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks, it is sort of a silly one. Not too far off from the truth sometimes though.
DeleteYou're funny! The "golden years" are about as gold as that cheap electro-plated retirement watch. ;)
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He he he. Old age is no place for sissies - Bette Davis
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