The Grumpy Old Man And The Other Shoe (A Story For Future Times?)

So I have a house, and I'm all about the "Hooray, house!" and people keep noticing I don't really seem to be all about the "Hooray, house!"

And I figured out this week I've become a grumpy middle-aged man.

So can you imagine what sort of grumpy old man I'll be, should I survive to old-man-dom?

And I live my life waiting for the other shoe to drop. (Well, now I'm more interested in the etymology of that expression, but I'm still waiting for that other shoe to drop, no matter what the origin of the expression.)

So I really am WAY excited to be a homeowner, but that excitement is hidden behind the me that's listening for that other shoe. Or the next shoe.

Life is a infinipede, and there's always another shoe. Or so I have come to believe, apparently.

I guess the wiser man would suggest having a good time until the other shoe drops, and stop waiting for it.

Okay, I'm tired, but I wanted to share those thoughts with the people of the world for no particular reason other than to warn them to stay out of my yard in the future, as I'm likely to yell at them to get out of it if I catch them.