.
They say we all become our parents when we get older.
Women nag and men yell get off my lawn! at the neighborhood kids.
So let’s take the test and find out how close we are to becoming our cranky parents.
1 point for each trait.
.
.
I scored a 9… so I’m almost halfway to cantankerous old bag.
How about you?
.
.
If you’ve never read a Stephen King book or watched a Stephen king movie?
Never mind.
.
.
I’ve never been on a cruise, and have no desire to board a floating Petri dish of noro virus contagion… but if forced?
I’d bring John Coffey from The Green Mile, the only Stephen King book that literally made me weep. If you don’t think the master of horror and weirdness can pen a heartfelt and beautiful story? You need to read The Green Mile. I dare you not to choke up when John cures the warden’s wife.
That poor man is in dire need of a vacation.
And if John can’t come, because.. you know, he’s dead?
I’d pick Andy Dufresne and Red, from The Shawshank Redemption. The other King masterpiece that proves he can really write if he wants to.
Andy, Red and me at the bar…. raising a glass to Rita Hayworth, second chances and friendship.
Yeah, I can see that.
How about you…
What Stephen King character are you taking on a cruise?
.
.
Happy Friday!
.
.
It could be Somewhere Over The Rainbow.
Or perhaps I Gotta Be Me.
But the first thing I thought of when I saw the picture?
.
.
Freddie at Live Aid.
Aaaaayyy-o! Aaaayyy-o!
❤️
Now you.
What song do you think the hippo is singing?
.
.
Warning – you will be required to count. If that’s too much math early in the morning, please return later this afternoon.
Today’s exercise will prove how old you are.
Out of the 20 things listed, how many have you personally experienced?
.
.
Clearly I’m old as dirt because I’m 19 for 20… and the only reason it isn’t 20? I never owned a Walkman. Though the husband did and used it when jogging.
Talk about cumbersome tech!
.
.
How about you?
What’s your outdated, no longer in existence number…
.
.
And this time… bring your appetite.
.
.
Would you choose a rich and creamy clam chowder?
.
.
A traditional lobster roll?
(Chilled with mayonnaise or warm with butter on a grilled hot dog bun are the only acceptable choices. No celery, no lettuce, and god forbid no garlic aioli. It’s simple and delicious the way it is, don’t mess with perfection.)
.
.
A full lobster dinner with drawn butter, corn and steamed clams?
(Beer optional, but highly recommended)
.
.
A scrumptious slice of wild blueberry pie?
.
.
Or a perfectly decadent homemade Whoopie pie?
.
.
What’s first on your list?
.
.
Please feel free to substitute iguana, wombat or naked mole rat for your pet of choice in today’s question.
.
.
Lord Dudley Mountcatten is a gentle soul.
.
.
Though he was found wandering the roads by the shelter from which he was adopted, I can’t imagine him ever being a true stray.
.
.
He hides under the bed when company comes.
He runs from the vacuum, my blow dryer and the blender.
Loud noises, the voice of a stranger and barking dogs put him on the edge of a heart attack.
He was even terrified of the Christmas tree.
.
.
But the strangest thing he’s frightened of…
The thing that sends him skidding down the hall in terror every time it’s deployed?
.
.
The white trash bag I pull from a box, shake to loosen and line the kitchen can with. He’ll be halfway across the house… hear that, and run for cover.
It’s bizarre.
So what crazy thing is your pet scared of?
.
.
It’s not required, by why else would you be here on a Friday ?
.
.
My knee is throbbing with pain, Lord Dudley Mountcatten just raced off the linoleum to vomit on the carpet and I tried to have a bowl of cereal this morning but the milk had turned.
Number 9 for me.
It’s going to be one of those days.
How about you?
Pick a Lucille.
.
.
Please answer this often asked question… what’s in your wallet?
.
.
My total is $120, but I can’t say I’m that ashamed.
How full is your wallet?
.
.
Because it’s Friday and I’m a creature of habit.
.
.
I’ll start…
“Four peanuts Karen.
I only asked for four peanuts!”
.
Now you.
Caption this photo.
.
.
All it requires is a little counting.
.
.
My husband constantly complains I’m a picky eater but I don’t think I am.
My number is 9.
What’s yours?
.
River's world..... 