Grade 19.

My friends went out tonight to a "back to school" bash.

Because I am in grade 19, I did not feel utterly compelled to join in. I've had enough "back to school."

So, I skipped it to go to the market to get a new crock pot and hanging plants.

I'm a geezer.

A content, satisfied geezer. With hanging plants.

Party on, friends. I'll be here when you get back - knitting, sitting in my snuggie, flossing my teeth, or whatever else geezers do in dorm rooms on Thursday nights. Tell me about the people you mingled with, and I'll tell you about the functions on my new slow cooker.

Deal? Deal.

walk slow. xoxo.