This morning, Biggy and I were watching a news report about the Grandma Bandit, who's robbed a Bank of America in California twice this year. While my thoughts were hopping from, 'Wow--she must be really desperate' to 'She needs a visit from Family Services,' my husband was thinking some thoughts of his own:
Biggy: I'm gonna rob a bank when I get old.
Biggy: Sure. What would they do to you? 75...80 years old...never been in trouble with the law...They wouldn't throw you in jail. You could just claim dementia.
TR: Sounds like a plan.
Biggy: Oh, I'm gonna do a lot of things when I get old. I can't WAIT!
TR: Do tell.
Biggy: Like crap my pants at the mall and call Georgia to come pick me up.