Tell Me You're Getting Old Without Telling Me You're Getting Old

The house sure got a lot quieter when Queen B went back to Texas. 

I'm not loving it.

Hugh and I have had to find ways in which to keep ourselves busy, and, thankfully; the garden has provided an outlet. This past weekend, we harvested a few of the ripe squash and peppers and cooked them on the grill. 

I know; the excitement was overwhelming for me, too.

But, we gathered up the energy to dine on the porch before settling in for a several matches of Checkers. 

Yes, Checkers.

Hugh beat me at every game, but that's all part of my strategy; I'm going to lull him into a false sense of security and then start kicking his ass.

That's my plan, anyway. I'll let you know how that goes.

In other Old People News, we bought a Blackstone. So, in addition to frequent posts about hot flashes, board games, birds, and the current state of fiber in our diets (post coming soon!); I'll also be posting Blackstone recipes from the Facebook group that Mama Jill talked me into joining.

So, yeah.

Tell me you're getting old without telling me...