Add Malt Vinegar and it's A FREAKY FRIDAY!

I'm an early voter. Oh, yes I am. Me and half of the senior citizen population of my county.


Today I went down and early voted and believe you me, I was the youngest person in the room BY A MILE. But I didn't care. I slipped on my knit pants, pulled on my sweatshirt with pictures of my grandbabies and the words "Grandma's Do It Best" on the back and went and voted me a president.


And a Monty.


One President. One Monty.


Mission Accomplished.


Then afterwards, because it was 11AM and the Attorney General and I were plum tuckered we went for a big lunch at .....wait for it......Captain D's.


Hey, here's something. The senior citizen population? They all converge together mid-morning and eat lunch at Captain D's. Which I found quite interesting considering when I was at home in Texas a few months back my Granny took me to Catfish King and it was like a "meat market" for the over 70 crowd. I kid you not.


And here I was again. At another catfish restaurant. With more seniors.


There's somethin' in the water people, that's all I'm sayin'. There's somethin' in the water.


It just seems a little fishy to me that seniors all over the world eat lunch:
a.) at a catfish restaurant
b.) at 10:45AM.
What do they know that we don't?


I'm telling you...you prop up a card table for a rousing game of 42 and there's a chance the doors on that place would blow off and it would be off the HIIIIZZZLLLEEEE!


Then, to top off our hectic morning we went to Wal-greens to drop off our prescriptions and then headed home to catch a nap. All by 12:15PM.


Anyone noticing a pattern here?


You guessed it. We are 82.


It's our kids who keep us young. And tired. And on said prescriptions.


Later in the afternoon Meridith taught me how to try on different hairstyles on http://www.thehairstyler.com/. She said she wanted to do it because it was fun. But I think she had ulterior motives considering every time I tried a different hairstyle on my face she would say...

"See??? Not everyone needs to grow their bangs out. Some people need bangs. Don't you think you need bangs? I like you with bangs. I've always liked you with bangs. I think you like having bangs, too. Don't you? Bangs. Bangs. That reminds me of the Ricky Martin song - She Bangs, She Bangs. That song could be about you, if you would keep your bangs, that is. And not try to do something crazy like grow them out. Cuz that would be crazy. Bangs."



I think, I think, she wants me to re-think growing my bangs out. But I can't be sure.


Considering I was feeling very patriotic I tried on the Sara Palin. Your thoughts?




I know, I know. I look like Tina Fey. You don't have to say it. I see it, too. I also look like a high school principal and a loan officer. Or a Miss Arkansas.



So needless to say, the look doesn't work for me.


But after a fancy day of voting, Captain D's, naps and Wal-greens a girl needs a look that is a little more....hip. So I give you...The Beyonce.






I'd love to know your thoughts. Would you like to know mine?


I don't think you're ready for this jelly...whatever the heck that means.