Oh dear...

I must truly be an old lady.  It is not enough that I have aches and pains all the time.  (That reminds me.  I need to go put some pain patches on my back - Salonpas.  I think they help.)  I have now become in the habit of, once I am in for the evening (no more working outside, etc), putting on my pjs.  Tonight it is a less-than-young-looking nightgown.  As I put it over my head I thought, "oh dear, what have I become."  It is sad.  I apparently do not have a life and also apparently do have clothes that looks like it belongs to my mother or grandmother (sorry Mom and Grandma, but it's true).  Oh!  And then I put my bright yellow apron on over my nightgown so I wouldn't get hamburger grease or other splatters on my nightgown while I make dinner (taco macaroni).  So I am quite the vision right now in my pastel green nightgown and bright yellow apron.  ...Good thing it's just Samson and me.  (And yes, "me" is correct, for those of you who think you can outsmart the Grammar Nazi.  bwa-ha-ha-ha!)  My dinner should be ready just in time to watch "The O' Reilly Factor" on FoxNews.  Pjs, taco macaroni, and Bill O' Reilly...who could ask for a more classy evening?