My 84 year old dad is living the life. His 71 year old wife (not my mother) decided to walk out on him last week, staying with an "old friend" of the male variety. Cell phone detail is a bitch. Oh my mother must be doing cartwheels in the sky. Alas, his wife came back after only a week. It seems the older we get, it gets harder to hide our baggage. Somehow, all the contents just spill out onto the floor. There's a memoir in here somewhere.
