Margaret: You haven’t gotten out of your gown yet?
Wibby: Nope.
Margaret: Are you sick?
Wibby: No, I just didn’t feel like getting dressed. I’m eighty years old now, and I can do whatever in the hell I want.
Margaret: You haven’t gotten out of your gown yet?
Wibby: Nope.
Margaret: Are you sick?
Wibby: No, I just didn’t feel like getting dressed. I’m eighty years old now, and I can do whatever in the hell I want.
The World According to Wibby 
Well, that’s telling ’em! Good for you, Wibby. You have earned the right to lounge a bit and relish time in your nightgown. All those mornings of rushing around to get children off to school and having to be presentable for those weekday races.
This sounds like every ‘senior’ person I know. Kinda scary.
Catherine Taylor
Catherine, this is Wibby’s dictated response:
“Well, Catherine, I’m glad to know I’m not alone.”