Despite Scott Shepherd's insistence that we have one foot in the grave, wear orthopedic shoes to work and bathe in a vat of Ben Gay arthritis cream, I'm not nearly as old as he feels.
Last night, my wife 'ran to the store' for some bread. She came home with several bags and left the carport door open as she was bringing them inside. I heard her yell out my name from the kitchen. I thought we had an intruder.