When it comes to this old age stuff, sometimes, I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
I made a really delicious casserole but, in the process, my one good eye misjudged the distance between my hand and the bottle of Worcestershire sauce. I knocked it over, onto the floor, where it broke into a million pieces splashing sauce in all directions.
Of course, Worcestershire is sticky stuff so I had to stop everything, clean up the glass and scrub the floor.
When I was finished I put the bucket away and then went looking for the rubber gloves I always wear.
I looked in the kitchen, in the drawers, under the cabinets, in the bathroom, under the bathroom sink, in the closet, in the bucket. How could a pair of bright yellow gloves just disappear?
FINALLY, after much weeping and gnashing of teeth, I found them. Guess where they were.......AT THE END OF MY ARMS!! I was still wearing them.
Talk about needing assisted living!!!!
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