It is with great sadness that I have to report the supervisor and I have moved into the Fifth Stage of Life. Today (Tuesday) is the day we sold the Moby Obie, and will henceforth remain boatless. Lest you were not aware, there are Six Stages of Life, meaning we only have one more to go!
Stage One: Mommy, I pooped!
Stage Two: Dad, can I have the car keys?
Stage Three: I thought you were on the pill?
Stage Four: Take this job and . . .
Stage Five: Honey, I sold the pontoon.
Stage Six: Rainbow Rider? We need a ride to the hockey game.
Can Stage Six be far away? Oy!
p.s. Actually, I was going to write a long, thoughtful essay on what it means to have reached this Stage of Life . . . but I was too tired. Actually, that is what it means to have reached this Stage of Life.