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When we were at the grocery store last week, the bag boy noticed my husband’s conference championship ring.
Bag Boy: "Wow. That’s cool!"
Prince: "It’s from the last time we won the conference championship."
BB: "Man. I don’t even remember when that was."
Prince: "It was back in 1991."
BB: "Oh, yeah...I wasn’t born yet."
Cashier chimes in: "Me neither."
What I said: "Oh, you young kids are making me feel old."
What I meant to say: "Listen here you pimply faced hormonal mall rats...shut it before I call your mom and get your curfew changed to 9:00 pm."
When I went to the doctor for a UTI general check up, the nurse took my pulse and said,
Nurse: “Wow. Are you an athlete or something?”
Me: *insert puzzled look* “Ummm...no. But I married one and I had lunch with LL Buff Chick last week. Why?”
Nurse: “Your pulse is very strong.”
What I said: “Oh really? Hmm. Ok...great.”
What I meant to say: “Really? You asked me if I was an ATHLETE?! Weren’t you the one who just took my weight today right after VALENTINES weekend? Is it opposite day? Is this Candid Camera? (Do you youngins even know what that is?) I love you so much! Will you marry me?” *kissy kissy*
Oh wait...that marriage proposal was totally inappropriate. But she has no idea how happy that made me considering the “milestone” birthday I will be avoiding in a few weeks and the Jack and Jill grocery duo who felt it necessary to snicker about not being born when we were in college.
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