Husband was going to call up some friends to play basketball at our house this evening. We have a small court that acts as our driveway, certainly enough room for two on two. He called a few friends and his younger brother to play. When he hung up the phone, he looked at me with a puzzled frown on his face and said, “Damn, we’re getting old.”
My reaction was something like “Well, gee. Thanks.”
He scratched his head, perplexed, like he didn’t hear a word I said. “I called up Joe, asked him to play this evening and he said, ‘Sure…no, wait. I’ll have to check with the wife when she gets home from work and make sure she’s all right with handling both kids on her own tonight’.”
I nodded, not sure how this makes me old.
Husband continued. “Then I called up Sam and asked him to play. He said, ‘Great, what time?’ I told him around six and he said, ‘Well, I got someone coming to fix our water heater. It broke last night. Let me see if I can reschedule it’.”
I blinked slowly. “So because your friends have to check with their wives and fix their water heaters, that means that I’m old?”
“I call Joe and he has to check with his wife before he can come out and play. I call Sam and he’s got to fix something with his house.” He laughed, a playful gleam in his eye. “Wanna know what Cam, my little brother said, when I asked him to come over?”
“He said, ‘I’m in. What time?'”
So there you have it. The passage of time does funny things. You get older and wiser, but with that comes all kinds of baggage. (Some of that baggage is priceless and cheek-pinching cute, though, isn’t it?) Although I don’t know anyone in their thirties who would go back to being eighteen, it definitely has its perks. Zip zero responsibilities.
And this is what we have to look forward to from here:
*Wait until the middle of this video for a great laugh. Just when you think he’s being a gentleman, complimenting her hair, he says the unexpected. I suppose there are some things time never changes…