The polka versions of "Touch Myself", "Enter Sandman", and "Losing My Religion".
Taking a good hard look at your fellow shoppers in Walmart and wondering how you came to be there.
Taking care of a decorated WWII fighter ace, now in the grips of dementia.
Turning two years worth of composted hay, grass, leaves, and kitchen scraps into thick, rich earth, courtesy of your leaf shredder.
Suddenly discovering you can actually sport a beard, but only because most of it is pure white.
Owning a dog that limps around the house like a cripple, that can do zero to fifty in 3.2 seconds when a passing car is involved.
Owning three remarkable creatures with three distinct personalities who merely by virtue of their appetites reduce my mowing area significantly.
Being called on Father's day by twin daughters who don't make that call to their biological father.
Wishing I'd had a father to make that call to.
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