IS IT TIME?

When Richard got home from work this morning, he announced that the car radio works fine. I must have accidentally hit the mute button on the steering wheel when I turned the radio on. I didn’t know! There are just too dang many buttons in that little hearse! I also find that it is hard for me to see to drive at night because sometimes I forget to turn on the headlights (too many auto this, and auto that buttons, again). Is it time to take away my car keys?

Speaking of buttons, the keypad on Erin’s garage door opener will indeed close the door. All you have to do is enter the code again and it will close. Not having a garage door keypad myself, I didn’t know! Could have saved myself a danged-near heart attack had someone told me before the fact! Is it time for me to take a short course in basic electronics at Now You Know U?

I have also found (and this is for all of you out there who might have this pesky relative), that I tend to talk everyone’s ear off when I finally get out and about. Maybe it’s because of our schedules, Richard and I don’t get too many chances for a good chat that I make up for lost time whether I know you or not (and I hate telephones)! Is it time for a retirement home where I’m surrounded by other folks talking each other’s ears off? Hell no!

FYI: I’ll drive until forced to park it, operate equipment until I get electrocuted and talk until I have no voice. And as far as a retirement home goes, kill me first!