Yes, but I am not so much thinking of the red hat with the purple ribbon. Or is it a purple hat with a red ribbon. Either way, that’s not really what I have in mind. I’m thinking once the last crazy-making boy is down the drive and out the gate I’m right behind him. And while I might not be officially old by that time I will certainly be old-adjacent. So, close enough for the purple thing.
Yup, I’ll be right behind him. Off to get myself a purple Harley. And some red leathers, head to toe. Then I’m going to set out to see whatever stretches of highway in this country and the one to the north I meant to get to but never quite did. My fondest hope is that this makes my now-grown boys completely nuts. I hope they feel compelled to repeat things to me 100’s of times trying to get me to modify my behavior. Which I, of course, won’t do.
Then we’ll be even. 🙂