I’m pretty sure it was the mournful wailing noise that an ovary makes as it shrivels and dies and; I’m pretty sure it was my ovary.
So, yeah, the kids went back to school today. The Teenager and the Man-Cub have officially entered the last year of Middle School and Elementary School, respectively. Next year, I will have a kid in High School, a kid in Middle School, an honorary membership in AARP and a nice little room in a nursing home all picked out and ready to decorate with pictures of cats.
And, in the immortal words of Truvy Jones: Honey, time marches on and eventually you realize it is marching across your face.
On the other hand, I hear the rec. rooms in those nursing homes are The Place for Bingo games so, there’s that at least.