OK, so yesterday was my birthday, and it passed without a blog post. Honestly, my memory isn’t what it used to be, so the day was quite far along before I remembered that it was my special day.
At my not too advanced age, I can’t tell my kids much about the hardships of life when I was young. These are the best stories I can come up with:
When I was your age…
1) If you wanted to change the channel on the TV, there were no remotes. You had to get up off the sofa and walk all the way across the living room (up hill both ways, of course) to the TV, and flip the switch. Then you had to walk all the way back to the sofa.
2) If you wanted to make a cup of tea, you couldn’t just stick a cup of water in the microwave for 1.5 minutes. You actually had to heat the water on the stove. And they didn’t even have all these herbal teas.
3) You couldn’t hide in your bedroom to talk with your boyfriend on the phone, because the phone had a cord. And you couldn’t just push the buttons: you had to dial the number and wait for the dialer to spin back to it’s original position. you could break a nail or get a sore finger if you made too many phone calls.