Because of my advanced age (I kiss my 50s good-bye in less than a month) and two cups of tea before bedtime, I had to stroll very quickly down a short hall to the loo - as if I had everything under control, even in the dark - and negotiate a familiar routine with one eye closed.
Back to the hockey pants.
["Maybe some new socks too": photo link]
I ripped a hole in the old pair and because I have my first CPP cheque arriving in late October I woke up thinking, I should get my new pair now and pay them off later. The monthly cheque will be a perk, for sure.
Here are a few more, courtesy if my oldest sister and some site she visits regularly.
Perks of getting older
There is nothing left to learn the hard way.
Things you buy now won't wear out. (Including hockey pants? Quite likely.)
You can eat supper at 4 PM.
You can live without sex but not your glasses.
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I’m not sure about that last one.
I’ll check with Sweetie Pie.
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2 comments:
Maybe is just my (lack of) playing style, but I never rip a hole in my hockey pants. My bugaboo seems to be the metal buttons that attach the suspenders. I can't tell you how many of those I've managed to rip from their sockets. But I've also managed to find some pretty creative ways to reattached them: small bolts, epoxy cement, even fishing line and darning needle. Pity that we can put a man in space, but...
Crazylegs, good suggestions all re suspender buttons. Very creative.
re the rip: It's my advanced age - I put my skates on first one day, had to put my pants on later - but didn't do it gently enough. I felt like a complete arse. Which was where the rip was.
I only felt better after talking to a guy who had a longer rip than mine, same place, same problem. One perk of getting older - more things to laugh about.
Cheers,
GAH
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