The other night as my pregnant wife was watching Law & Order, I was reading a magazine on the couch, resting my hands that were aching from giving yet another wonderful foot massage, (I know, poor me).
I began to think how much things have changed. I used to have subscriptions to magazines such as Spin and Rolling Stone, now I get The Saturday Evening Post and Reader’s Digest, (must be why I keep getting AARP mailers). I set the magazine down and let out a deep yawn. A commercial came on advertising a hearing aid. When did this place become such a grown-up house?
A few examples:
A few examples:
- A few Saturday night’s ago, I fell asleep watching CSPAN.
- I listen to NPR on my morning commute.
- I have a pedometer app on my phone.
- While it's bad enough that we DVR Saturday Night Live, we often exchange baffled looks when the wierd musical guest is announced.
- I laughed out loud last week after receiving a facebook invite to a weeknight event for a friend’s band that started at 10pm.
Now this isn’t some self-depreciating post written to make myself sound grown up or intelligent, trust me, I’m not. I get excited when it’s middle school week on Jeopardy.
The adultness continued as I checked the fridge: skim milk, fruit, and bottled water. I opened the cupboards: Triscuits, cranraisins, and gasp, wheat crackers. How did this happen?
Part of it is due to age, but I know who is to blame for the rest. Over the years my wife has greatly influenced my eating habits. For instance, the other day at lunch I was at Subway when I thought to myself, Man, I wish they had feta cheese. Trust me, I’m not proud of this.
Before she came along, I sustained life on a breakfast of sausage egg and cheese biscuits and sweet tea. Lunch was eaten at whatever place was cramming the most food into a grease stained box and handed through a drive through window. A home cooked meal was considered anything with instructions on the back of a box. It’s a good thing I played basketball…
Anyway, the next morning as I ate my cheerios and blueberries before heading off to work, I thought about the night’s observations. Wow, I’ve come a long way in the past few years. I’m such a grown-up, look at this place, everything is in order, with adult themes and adult decor, I can’t wait until the baby comes and we can kid this place up a bit. Now just where did she hide that Halloween candy?
