On my way back from walking our dog, Dash, today I saw the mailman coming but elected to bring the dog in instead of getting the mail from him.
An Omen it turns out. Above is what arrived in the mail.
FOK!
They totally have the wrong person. I am Christian J. Farber, I thought. Then I figured the only other Chris Farber I know is, our son, he is 20.
FOK!
He is 20???
This is like being on the 10 Most Wanted List, or worse, being audited by the IRS. How about being a part of the Republican National Committee?
FOK!
Worse, the Democratic National Committee?
You get it!
To me this tells me what happens next:
*I will listen to all commercials and cringe.
*I will get up in the middle of the night several times until my wife complains.
* I will potentially deal with something harder to do at this age for 15 minutes for more than 4 hours. Only to then have to call the doctor for relief.
*I will need to understand what a reverse mortgage is.
*I will think about Florida.
*I will have many exploratory visits to the doctors, to look for things no one cared about for the last 54 years.
*I will demand deals on everything.
*We will eat dinner at 4 PM.
*I now have the convenient excuse of poor hearing when people talk shit.
*We will start throwing things out.
*Funny, we decided to put a security system in over the past couple of months after living free of the bad guys for 21 years with the doors and windows wide open. We have every window and door protected and cameras all over the house now. We are so secure I am afraid of leaving the house for fear of setting the alarms off and being caught on camera then arrested by our local police force. I guess we are protecting ourselves from ourselves.
Lastly, I wonder where we end up next and hope there is music there.
My Best,
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