Doddering

I cringe as I type this ... but somehow I have managed to hurt my hip. I know! My hip! When did I become a senior citizen? Something happened last night when I was ... wait for it ... sitting on the couch. Yes folks, the rigors of sitting on my ass and watching NCIS (I love you Mark Harmon) some how injured my left hip. I can't even claim a cool injury like hang gliding, no I get sitting. Now I know the left side of my body is all gefilte and broke, despite my gall bladder's weak ass attempt to even the score. But still, my hip? How old am I? Yes, yes I know, I don't really wear high heels any more and I lost my napping mojo. I figured that those were a sign of aging, not a sign that I was one foot in the grave. Or is it that I have one foot in the grave? Distance or body part? Whatever, apparently the mental synapses are shot too. The next thing you know, I'm going to be shunning 50 Cent (who has a new song Straight To The Bank. I dare you to listen to it and not get the Ha HaHaHaHa Ha part stuck in your head) in favor of Lawrence Welk. I suspect that I am going to be getting my honorary membership in AARP an minute now.