My roommate Allison (25) and I (27) regularly joke that we’re like a couple of old ladies (not that there’s anything wrong with that*). I’ve commented on my fondness of elderly habits and paraphernalia before. Although I’m not ashamed to relate to those substantially older than me, I’m beginning to wonder if it’s becoming a bit unhealthy. I worry about Allison as well, but not quite to the degree I worry about myself; she enjoys a few younger pastimes, such as watching Glee and frequently being mistaken for a 13 year-old girl. I’m serious. One time she answered our front door and the salesman asked if her parents were home. And that’s when I would come to the door and the salesman would ask to speak to my husband. I’m not married, but thank you for assuming that neither I, nor my 13 year-old daughter, are capable of owning property.
Anyway, we’ve had a few conversations that have caused some concern in this arena. Take a gander:
Conversation of the Elderly Persuasion #1:
Allison: “We need to donate blood soon. We’ll each get a coupon for a free pint of Blue Bell ice cream. I would sooner take my own life than pass that up.”
Carly: “Do I have to?”
Allison: “Yes! Don’t you get it?! It’s free.”
(Repeat conversation 7 times over next six weeks).
Conversation of the Elderly Persuasion #2:
Setting: The two of us are sitting in the living room. I’m wearing both a large, old lady sweater and my Snuggie. She’s sewing. Wheel of Fortune is on the TV. I’m pretty sure this was on a Friday night.
Allison: “Let’s see what kind of extreme weather they’re having in Oklahoma.”
Carly: “Okay!” (frantically searches for The Weather Channel).
Conversation of the Elderly Persuasion #3:
Setting: This past Saturday night. We’re sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner that we had just prepared.
Allison: “Wow, these mashed potatoes are really good.”
Carly: “Thanks. They were really easy to make.”
Allison: “They’re really flavorful.”
Carly: “Yeah, I’m kind of surprised. I purposely didn’t add much salt or cheese and they’re still tasty.”
Allison: “Potatoes are so good.”
Carly: “I know, right?! They go really well with the rest of the meal. I love meals that taste even better when everything is mixed together. You can mix the potatoes with the corn, the chicken, or both.”
Allison: “Oh for sure. And you can cook them so many different ways.”
Allison: “And they’re so filling. I like them pretty much any way, except with gravy.”
Carly: “Me too. I like to leave the skins on. It gives them texture. And fiber.”
Allison: “Ohhh yeah! We love fiber. I also like the flavor they have with the skins on them.”
Carly: “We just had an entire conversation about the virtues of potatoes.”
Allison: “We are such losers.”
Carly: “I know. I don’t care though, potatoes are so good.”
Trust me, there’s more where this came from. Perhaps I’ll make this into a mini-bloggy-series. Unfortunately, it’s nearly my elderly bedtime, so I’ll have to continue later. Goodearlyevening everyone!
*To my more mature blog followers- that was for you. Text me if you wanna hang out sometime. Wait, let me re-word that. Send me a letter via postal service if you would enjoy chatting together or teaching me how to sew. No really, I’m serious. I’m cheap and need to learn how to hem my own clothes. I’ll bring Sudoku puzzles, baked goods and a framed Glamour Shots picture of myself to show how grateful I am. We can also talk about potatoes, or any other root vegetable that you like.