So Now You're 50

Mr. FG returned to work today for the first time in a week (he's been on vacation). He is sporting a salt-n-pepa beard and driving a new car. A Ford Flex.

AK and I snuck down to the basement to see it and I have to say...not impressed. Too big. Like a Suburban. We think that he bought it because he had a mental crisis because he doesn't know how he will drive his family around in two years when he retires from this job. His (old? he's only had it a year!) car
is too small to hold his entire family and all the stuff I'm sure they have to take with them.

We think that this is Midlife Crisis Part 2. The original Crisis began earlier this year when he turned 50. He was sporting some MAJOR Bruce Springsteen look-alike hair.

So, we have to wait for it to pass. I can't wait until he comes up with the third incarnation of his Midlife Crisis. I'm hoping for a "Fun-Lovin" guy who wears Hawaiian shirts and eats ice cream all the time.

I am hungry. Wish I could go to Cherie Inn and eat almond joy pancakes. Or an Idaho omelette. Or have a mocha hazelnut coffee. YUM!