I might be at a loss for words (sorta). Got this in the mail recently. Addressed to ME!

Oh NO! Oh, Hell, NO!

When do these kinds of benefits begin? At what AGE? I know it’s not my age.

AARP? Who cares what it might really stand for, I say it stands for “Absolutely Ain’t Right, Period.”

Although I have seen their magazine. At my parents house! I may even admit to reading a few articles. As I recall, Dennis Quaid was on the cover of the last edition I read. Have you seen The Big Easy? Props to their editors. I think I saw Denzel Washington on another cover. Diane Keaton. These are pretty cool people. For their age.

But that letter, up there? That ain’t right. Thank goodness upon further review, that ain’t me. They’re looking for Rajean Blomguist in Castle Rock, CO. Not me. Not Blomquist. Whew! Almost gave me a heart attack.

I do feel sorry for Ms. Blomguist, though. She must be aging something fierce. The AARP is searching for her. I threw them off her trail, for a while. That envelope went into file thirteen.

I’d say the other Rajean owes me a drink.

Have you had a case of mistaken identity lately?

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