What's next? Depends and a Hoverround?

I am 90 years old. No, seriously. Ask me what my interests are. I enjoy a good novel, talking to my cats (PLURAL), baking banana bread, and last night I found myself outside in the garden for HOURS weeding and planting, knee deep in dirt, Willie Nelson bandana around my head.

Seriously... 90.

When did my life go from beer bongs to garden hoes?

But the weird thing is... I LOVE IT. I am not sad about this transition. Of course I miss the party days and all the crazy things we did in college (like ride a waterslide down the staircase of a frat house), but I LOVE this new stage too. Am I crazy?

What a strange age this can be, your late 20s. You find yourself somewhere between daisy dukes and bermuda shorts, between glowsticks and Netflix nights, pre-Pampers and post-keg stands.

And the circle of life goes on. Meanwhile, I'll be doing jager bombs Saturday. Guess I'm a walking conundrum.

Police Blotter Wednesday: Don't Drink and Hoverround

June 20, 4:50pm 
Police responded to the rear lot of the high school to assist EMS with a report of an injured man. The patrol officer found a man who said he crashed his motorized cart after drinking six or seven beers. The man was taken to the hospital for treatment of a laceration to his right knee and others to his upper arms.

What did we learn today, kiddies? You can take your Hoverround to the Grand Canyon, but you best not be driving it drunk.