I'll be honest with you, I have no idea what this post will be about. I just happened to be listening to the Statler Brothers' "Flowers On the Wall" when I popped open the post window, and voila!, a blog post title.
I sometimes wonder how close I am to becoming someone who just wanders around the house in his bathrobe. clutching a Burger King Star Wars glass full of gin and complaining about the designated hitter and flat front chinos.
I mean, I think I'm fairly safe thanks to the three lovely ladies with whom I share my life( I mean my wife and two daughters, not some Three's Company Plus One scenario), but I do wonder what it would take to knock loose my grasp of what it takes to be a functioning member of society. I sometimes think it would take less than I would care to admit.
Though to be fair, I don't know that I would be drinking gin. And it for sure wouldn't be straight gin. Not at first, anyway. I'm really more of a mixed drink type of guy. I'd be kinda like this guy, I suspect: