Felt kinda blah yesterday, might be the weather? I avoided most Buffalo news, in fear of rehashing the football game. Front cover of the Sports section caption cried “Lowest of the Low” with Gilbride, Bledsoe and Williams smack center of the layout. Uck. My highlight of the weekend seeing the band, my lowlight of the weekend seeing the game. I even tried bringing out some winter penguin decorations and mini Christmas trees to brighten my mood, in between naps…nope. I couldn’t even get a normal amount of rest. I did some work in the morning, came home tired and went to bed…slept maybe 2 hours. Did stuff. Tried to sleep. Did more reading. Blah. I feel like a slug on those rare days that I actually GET 8 hours of sleep in a row after my overnight, days like yesterday, I feel like slug as well. Hmmmm…what else to say?

Well, I got my membership card in the mail this weekend. No not the NRA. Not the ACLU. The AARP. Just in time, right? Interesting waste of marketing-promotion funds. Come back in another 30 years, please.

And in the alternative to this concept, I was at Premier Liquor this weekend with Erin. (Bailey’s on sale, yum!) She and I went to two different cashiers who were open in interest of saving more time for Lambrusco loving at home. My woman was crotchety AARP woman, and Erin’s was just a normal woman. My woman said across the register to Erin’s woman “Are you going to ID her, they ARE together” And I had to laugh. C’mon lady, are we THAT stupid? We were once 20, we know not to have the underage people in the store during checkout. So at this point it was obvious she wanted my ID, not just my Premier Savings Card, which was the card I was pulling out of my wallet. (It is too difficult for them to look up Jennifer Smith without a card. I tried before. See below.) Normally, I do not have a care in the world if someone ID’s me. Yay for me. I was born in 1973. Many times they give me a second or third look as if I chalked it or something. THIS TIME THOUGH. I cared, when she looked at the age I said with a smirk “Thank you. ” And she said to me, “Good For You.” As if looking young was this major accomplishment. Try working with teenagers and having the new ones think you are a peer. Whatever.