The Golden Age of Dropping Body Parts.

Which is why we need pacts.

Image by Alexa from Pixabay

You say you’ve lost your knee and thumb

Now you’re worried ‘bout your bum

Don’t worry, be happy

My wife, Winona, and I have made a pact, something we decided was necessary given the amount of hair on the floor. It’s the first telling sign for all senior couples. We’re both shedders, but it’s gotten worse with age. Neither of us is going bald or anything like that, but life throws some strange curve balls.

I’m not saying we’re old compared to most seniors. Actually, Winona won’t tell me her age. I’ll bet she’s in her eighties and just stringing me along. I’m stringing her along, too. I’m part Beagle.

In all seriousness, though, this pact, as I said, is necessary given what we’ve heard from other senior couples.

She said, “Arnie, here’s your eye!” One woman fainted. The movie soundtrack was pretty ominous.

One senior we know dropped his glass eye in a movie theatre. With the sloping floor, he and his wife had to run all the way to the front. She found it bumped up against an empty box of popcorn. She said, “Arnie, here’s your eye!” One woman fainted. The movie soundtrack was pretty ominous.