So I don’t know if it was the Parkinson’s, or just that I am…No I can’t say it.

We had just gotten back a few hours ago from visiting one of our daughters.
We had a great trip. We hiked, relaxed on the beach, or should I admit we all napped on the beach. We dined on Thai food on one night, and sat out under the stars on a beautiful patio with our own space heater the other night. (Ahhh space heaters! How do I love thee, let me count the ways).

Alas, now it was time to return to reality. We made the five hour drive home in about 7 hours.  After all, this is California.

Our luggage and all our paraphernalia from the trip was now piled in a heap just inside the garage door. I am one of those people who have to unpack immediately. So in 15 minutes – all the bags are emptied and put away, the first load of wash has already begun, I am unpacking my blush, eyeliner, dental floss, toothbrush, make up remover, etc; throwing things in drawers, cabinets…and back on the counter from whence they came.

Now the one thing I haven’t been able to find is my glasses. (I have three pairs of glasses. One for long distance – I use them when I am driving which is not too often anymore; then I have poker glasses – for reading the suits on the cards; and I also have regular reading glasses for reading everything else).

I’d like to know where it is stated that everything listed on the side of a package, box, bottle or whatever you get at the market, has to be written in a font so small that only Lilliputians can read it. Poor Gulliver, he would really be so up a creek without a paddle! So anyway….that’s whammy one for me.

Additionally, on the sides of two different bottles of my medication it says the same thing: “may cause blurred vision”. That’s whammy two for me. (I actually was able to read that one because at the time – I could find my glasses).

A little side note: did you know that glasses are herding creatures. I buy lots of readers and try to leave one in each room. But after a day or two, they have all herded together in one room. At least that’s what they do at my house.

Anyway…last but not least – I am….I am…..Oh I can’t say it. You’ll have to drag it out of me.
Arrghhhhh! OK, I give up! I Am Getting Older! All right I said it! And that’s the big Whammy three!

But you want to hear the clincher? This beats it all. I really better find my glasses quickly, because that night…when I was unpacking – after I was done taking my makeup off…I realized I had been washing my face with a feminine wipe.

Don’t even ask!

Hey wipe that smile off your face!