So the Cleveland Browns have an awesome new quarterback (no names please #heartbakermayfield) who had an amazing, almost perfect game this week. As much as I’m really trying not to get hooked, he’s taking me to task. He woke up on Sunday ‘feeling dangerous’ sigh melt. What’s not to love #heartbakermayfield? When I first heard it, I grimaced a bit because it was so weird, but that was misguided thinking. Now I want it to make the Urban Dictionary, and be in our marriage vows. And of course it got me thinking of me, my favorite thing to do, and did I ever have that emotion? Many of my Boomlennial brethren are entering an odd phase of their lives that I don’t understand. They are doing this crazy thing they call ‘retirement’ which is just a creepy word anyway. Lacks joy and doesn’t sound like you’re going to wake up feeling dangerous. More like you want to go back to bed. I’ve blogued about this before (check the archives if you want to refresh yourself #brilliantboomlennial), so won’t go there. Much. Maybe because I just got off the old people cruise and their endless, boring stories are still exhausting me, I want to repent. And promise not to become those people. The new retirees (sounds like a disease) all want to travel. On a ‘fixed’ income of course which just sounds dumb. For many reasons, mainly because most people live on a ‘fixed income’ anyway #paycheck. Now, however, you have more time and less $$$ to do things. Well thought out plan I’d say. Back to me/you. When did I/you wake up feeling dangerous? Nothing’s coming to mind but I’m not giving up! Sure not sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing but now it is A thing and I won’t let it rest. If my man #heartbakermayfield is feeling it, I’m a team player. My dog is looking worried, sure this won’t end well, and he will be the beneficiary of my craziness. Coyote coat??