The grandfather story

Hello!

Weekend is almost hear people, hang in there…

I think that I must take drastic measures within the following year, month, week, day…  Nay!  Within the following seconds!  Do I really look that old?!  I don’t think so either but apparently I’m a decrepit old man!  Now I have told you stories about other tenants in the building asking my wife about her dad and what the F was wrong with me.  My wife has told them time and time again that I am her husband and not her dad.  We can live with that, but what I cannot live with is the fact that I am actually recognized as the grandfather of my daughters!!  Here’s the story as told to me by my oldest daughter…

I plan to look like him

Yesterday my daughter told us that her science teacher called her over to speak with her.  He told her that he had seen her at the supermarket with the guy in a wheelchair; I don’t mind being called the guy in a wheelchair people, I kinda I like it.  But the story doesn’t end there, having an inquisitive mind, after all he is a science teacher, he asked her what was my story.  The guy’s question was actually “how old was her grandfather?”...!!!...  Really?!  I look that old?!  But here’s the kicker, the guy is actually 48 years old and I am 43!  What gives science dude?!  I personally think I look OK for my age, the only drawback is that I am in a wheelchair; other than that I’m OK.  It’s true I have a white beard and about 70% of my hair has fallen off but to be branded as a grandfather is totally ridiculous!  Ludicrous!  Preposterous!  So yesterday night I asked my wife to trim the beard and the mustache and this weekend I will make it a point to go and buy some “Just for men” products so that I can look my age…  I am shocked people, completely out of words…

Take care folks!