A group of 15-year-old boys discussed where they should meet for a burger. It was agreed they would meet at the McDonald's next to Captain Jack's Seafood Grille because they only had six dollars among them, they could ride their bikes, and that cute girl in Social Studies lived on the same street and they might see her.

Ten years later, the group of now 25-year-old guys, discussed where they should meet for dinner. It was agreed they would meet at Captain Jack's Seafood Grille because the beer was cheap, the bar had free snacks, the house band was good, there was no cover charge, and there were a lot of cute girls.

Ten years later, at 35 years of age, the group discussed where they should meet for dinner. It was decided they would meet at Captain Jack's Seafood Grille because the booze was good, it was near their gym, and, if they went late enough, there wouldn't be too many whiny little kids.

Ten years later, at 45, the group discussed where they should meet for dinner. It was agreed they would meet at Captain Jack's Seafood Grille because the martinis were big and the waitresses were really good looking.

Ten years later, now 55, the group discussed where they should meet for dinner. It was agreed they would meet at Captain Jack's Seafood Grille because the prices were reasonable, they have a nice wine list, and fish is good for your cholesterol.

Ten years later, at 65 years of age, the group discussed where they should meet for dinner. It was agreed they would meet at Captain Jack's Seafood Grille because the lighting was good and they have an early bird special.

Ten years later, at 75 years of age, the group discussed where they should meet for dinner. It was agreed they would meet at Captain Jack's Seafood Grille because the food was not too spicy and the restaurant was handicapped accessible.

Ten years later, at 85 years of age, the group discussed where they should meet for dinner. It was agreed they would meet at Captain Jack's Seafood Grille because they had never been there before. 

I'm on the last stage, even though I haven't reached that age - I CRS on a daily basis. 

I hate it when I can't remember stuff...what does that abbreviation, CRS, mean... 

Uhhhh Monza ----

Can't

Remember

S H _ T


Do I have to tell you everything? DUH!!!! 

LOL!!!

I too suffer from CRS and I've earned every forgetful moment!!

= ] 

So true, but I would never go back to the previous 2 stages. I wish I had energy, but those previous stages were not as fun as now. :-)


 

Yep...know all about the last one...LOL 

Ain't that the truth ...

Yesterday, I had to cut out several diseased Azaleas bushes from the front yard and today, I'm "bushed". 

Today I worked out in the heat, cleaning out a trash pile of stuff that we thought we might need later. We decided we hadn't used it in a year, so we must not really need it.....it's in the burn pile or garbage now.

I use to could work all day out in the heat without a problem, but now I get so drained after a about 1/2 hour, but work has to continue, so we just kept trudging on. We worked a bit, rested a bit....never had to do that in our younger years.

But it's done now and we have an equally sweaty project for next weekend. :-(