In case you haven't noticed, I ain't getting any younger. Yup – wheelchair ramps, gum disease and a body shaped like ginger root are in my near future.
Who, you might ask, will inherit this comedy empire I've single-handedly built from the sewer up.
My brilliant daughter, obviously.
Case in point –
On day one of a new stay-at-home order we see a man wandering the hood holding up a sign saying "Jesus is the one, the way blah blah blah" and other complete mumbo jumbo.
I was aghast. "Well, you can't lock Jesus down", I said.
My daughter responded, "Nope. You can nail him down, though."
I laughed so hard I threw up my Hawkins Cheezies. They're expensive.
I can rest easy knowing the empire is in good hands.
Hey Jesus, if you don't have any vaccine, stay home.
