I turned fifty-six in May and I've never really thought I was "out of the loop", "over the hill"," totally clueless", or whatever phrase is appropriate, but I find that I am all of those things. My youngest, darling heathen child, she's twenty-five, came to visit me this weekend and I discovered some new things--all of them proving that I'm passed it.People, I thought that Kardashians were a species of being found on a Star Trek planet and I am totally serious. While channel surfing with the Child I found out the truth. A reality series...oh, puhlease. And when Carla, the aforementioned h. child, said she had to check on her Bimbo I thought she was talking about her last idiot roommate but turns out she meant Miss Bimbo, the game. I can't believe it--this child, who has a BS in biology has been playing a game that involves going to a virtual library to buy her bimbo an I.Q. (And, sadly, as I type this I know some of you have already been to the site and have lots of bimbo buck.)
It's a good thing I love her or else it would be too much to handle and I'd have to stick my head in the oven and gas myself.
