I love hangin’ out at the old folk’s home. There, I’m the youngest. The prettiest. The smartest. And the most continent.
I fit in real well with the residents, probably because they get to do all the stuff I like to do. Puzzles and games. Arts and crafts. Singing, although I’m not very good at that. But then none of them are either. At least I can remember the words…most the time.
They also eat lots of cake and ice cream. I really like that part.
The old-timers get to take lots of naps too. They take ‘em before breakfast, after breakfast, before lunch, after lunch, before dinner, after dinner. During dinner. And before bedtime. The minute an old geezer climbs out of his or her bed, an aide makes it up again. It’s sort of like being on a cruise ship, only without the towel animals.
And without the shuffleboard.
It costs about the same, though.
