Just Like Grandpa

Well the fence building project was a smashing success. It's finished and my cousin has a beautiful privacy fence, that from the outside appears to be a fortress. That was his objective. So after we wrapped up the last few boards and screws, put our tools away, and cleaned up the yard a bit, my cousin treated us to Famous Dave's. Now I'm the type of person who can go, go, go, all day long, and the minute I stop working and relax, my muscles start to feel very fatigued. Then I drink a beer, and forget about it! So as I'm preparing my plate full of barbecue scrumptiousness, I accidentally drop my napkin on the floor. As I bend over to pick it up, I release a groan out of partial pain, partial protest that I dropped it in the first place. Someone asked if I was in that much pain, and I said, "Well, my dogs are barking". I know for a fact, everyone in the room under the age of 35, probably had no idea what that phrase meant. It was something my grandfather used to say all the time, when describing how his feet felt at the end of a work day. I used to think some of his sayings were a little on the corny side, but I would never tell him that. Now that I'm older, and starting to feel the ill effects of working like a 25 year old, but in a 44 year old body, these sayings of my grandfather seem to fit. It's kind of a funny way of saying, "My feet are killing me", and not sound quite so whiny about it. Everyone knows your feet hurt, but whining about it makes them irritated with you. So I find myself, as time marches on, using these once 'ridiculous' sayings, that Grandpa used to say. I guess I'm just practicing to be the old guy someday.