We celebrated my Husband's birthday this week. Several weeks ago, I secured a babysitter...one who could drive...so I could have a drink during our night out. (This is a another post for another day). I booked at 7:30 reservations at a hip restaurant.
We are seated and start to peruse the menu. To my horror....I cannot even see the words on the menu in this dimly lit dining establishment. I hold the menu out a bit further....nothing....just squiggly lines on a paper. I fully extend my arm at this little table for two and my husband finally takes the menu from me (probably because it's in his lap at this point) and asks me what I'm trying to read.
Defeated, I have to pull out the reading glasses, that I've been forced to add to the contents of my pocketbook. They are funky and cool....but not when surrounded by a room full of 20 year olds with laser clear focus.
I was able to make a decision and order....but I did peer over the top of my 'readers' when ordering....okay I am old...old....old...
The only saving grace is my dear Hubby, about half way through the meal, said "It is really loud in here....I can't even hear myself think". Then I thought....at least we are getting old together. That makes it a lot better - doesn't it?
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There is no one else in the whole wide-world that I would rather grow old with.
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