Mike turns 49 in December. I think we may have crossed a threshold with mailing lists. Well, not we (yet), but Mike has definitely crossed the line. Consider the best piece of junk mail we received today:
Most of our junk mail these days comes from colleges. I just opened it because I was bored – I didn’t really look at it. “Plan to Live” indeed.
That’s right. We’re invited (along with two of our closest friends) to eat a free meal and plan Mike’s funeral. I know the economy is bad, but honestly? They’re hitting on the soon-to-be-49 crowd? This was a seriously expensive mass mailing. The longer it sat on the kitchen counter, the funnier it seemed to me, Andy, Ian and Tim. Poor, Mike. By the time he came home we were just dying to see his reaction.
Being old, like Mike, he couldn’t see what he was looking at initially without his glasses. He asked just holding the envelope “Who’s getting married?” “Did someone have a baby?” and then he put his glasses on. His reaction was the same as mine when I first saw the thing. Shock. Awe. Horror. And . . . then, because he’s the man I love, he laughed and laughed and laughed. Yes . . . we’re going to die. Yes . . . we get few dinners out on our own. Yes . . . better to eat Mac and Cheese at home than this.
Free tickets if anyone can use them.
I cannot even imagine what our future “old people” mail holds. Rest assured, I’ll let you know.