I cleared 9,000 emails out of my inbox this week. It was cathartic! For a time, I'd used Outlook, so things did not get deleted out of my gmail account. I didn't set it back up when my old laptop died, so I had a bit of catching up to do. Nothing like cleaning out your inbox to make you grateful some people are not longer in your life... the frequency of emails from some people was smothering!
As we were getting ready to watch some football last weekend, a commercial came on in which the spokesman was a certain former pro quarterback who is now having some...bladder problems. He was touting a new pill that would fix things. One of the customer testimonials included in the ad was from a poor guy having the same troubles... his name: Ken P.
I fell out laughing and still can't even type this without getting the giggles! Ken P... in a prostate and bladder control commercial!
My whole life, my father has slept in his underwear and a t-shirt. He is pretty discreet and always got up and immediately got dressed, so while we knew this, we never really saw it. Somehow, it came up this week at the dinner table, leading The Girl to announce, "When Grandpa gets up he gets dressed right away so we don't see his tiny underwear!"
I think I have a junior version of my mother on my hands!