About a week ago, I was looking at the ads on my Facebook page for funsies, you know just to see how well Facebook knew me. There was an ad for Delta Zeta memorabilia and then this:
So life went on and all was well and I decided to write the whole thing off as a funny joke. Until Saturday afternoon. I came home from running errands and found the mail sitting on the counter. I was going through it when I found an envelope with the following letters on it - AARP. It was addressed to none other than yours truly. WHAT THE BLEEPITY BLEEP?! I ran down to the basement where my husband was watching TV and thrust it in his face.
Me: What the F is this??
Him: LOLOLOLOLOL Is your card in there too?
I frantically opened the envelope to find:
(Sorry for the crappy cell phone picture. And don't be jealous of the mad photoshopping skillz.)
Yes, it's true. I
had have my very own AARP card. My husband's response?
Him: I have to Facebook this right now.
In the end, I put this picture on FB and someone suggested that I activate the card and then take it to restaurants and demand for a discount. Not a bad idea.
What I find just as insulting as actually receiving the AARP card is that it is in my maiden name. So now no only does AARP think I'm old, they think I'm an old maid. So I got that going for me too.
Oh universe. Whatever am I going to with you?