I am starting to worry about getting old lately.

My mother has osteoporosis and a free pharmacy test showed I lack calcium. Although I have decent ground strokes in tennis my bones are supposedly weak.

I love the sun but I hate milk so that might be true.

So nothing drives me crazier than when my husband (like so many others) tries to get the closest possible parking spot to the entrance of wherever we are going.

He knows I’m going to start my never-ending speech on why you should walk as much as you can while you are young and healthy because one day the most basic things you do everyday that you take for granted now will be the most excruciating task and no I’m not talking about being able to drive and park in the handicapped spot but about being able to take a few steps therefore let’s park far away so we’ll have a great opportunity to walk and you are less likely to get into a parking lot fender-bender and I know how much you care about your car you love it more than you care about me yes it’s true…

My little sister, on the other hand, considers herself an awful driver and parks as far as possible from the crowd. Her spoiled teen daughter complains and has to hear a version of my speech.

Also read: How to Drive Your Husband Crazy.
Coming soon: A list of suggestions on how to drive your wife crazy will be posted here.