Stated flatly at lunch today:
Not jumping out of perfectly good airplanes, no bungee jumping, not letting someone cut on my eyes and reshape them with lasers (Lasik) just so I can ‘look cool’ without glasses. After lunch one of my buddies jumped on a motorcycle and tooled out of the parking lot. Make that item number four: distinct preference for four wheels and a solid cage of steel around my personal space, thank you so much.
So much for that mid-life crisis at least so far. The wife on the other hand is deep into hers. She’s been wanting a mini so bad that she’s already designed hers at the site. She insists that our recent purchase of a Kia proves that I’m not being truthful. We’ll see. I wonder if it’s contagious?