Clapping along

I often hear about seniors trying to stay in their homes as long as possible.

Not me. If I am a widow one day and my kids are long gone out of the house with kids of their own, haul me over to the senior living center. Even if my husband is still alive. Put us together in a senior apartment.

I want to do no dishes.

I want someone else to cook and clean.

I want to take the field trips and do the arts and crafts.

Catch me clapping along wearing my crappy fabric flower lei to the music.

No dishes. Not a one. Forever and ever until the grave amen.🥀