As my eye doctor said at my last appointment, you’re not old, you’re just growing up. Readers will work for you now. I’ll be 51 in December. How could anyone who lived during Carter not remember Billy Beer? It was all the rage! Drink enough of it, and you’d forget the misery index. We need to bring back the misery index, but let’s call it the hope index.
More like the hopelessness index!