Picture of the Day: CHECKED OUT AT CLUB DEMENTIA

It’s always so nice to be given a huge warm welcome by your MIL Ru.. who can’t be bothered in the slightest to get up from her reclining position on her lounge.. but instead waves you over with a request. Oh..what’s THIS? You want to know if I could BOTHER myself with bringing you a plate of those “yummy crème puff thingy’s”. What’s in it for me Ru? Then all my MIL’s little dementia groupies snigger and promise me a big tip. Pfff. As if. THAT will SOOOO be the day and did I fail to mention I’m no longer authorized to take your Shell gas card BLANCHE.. it was DECLINED. Gasp. I. KNOW.

Then Ru’s all like, “Well if YOU’RE not going to do it.. I’ll get someone ELSE.. like (pointing to Marion who’s spritzing herself with her Soup of the Day) HER.” That’s FINE..you go ahead and chortle all you want GIRLS. It’s not me who’s gained 35 POUNDS of mid-section “muscle” on VACATION is it?

Happy Daze Assisted Living’s answer to Club Med for SENIORS with cognitive impairment..  welcomes YOU. Come lay out on the beach (floor), bask in the 80+ degree electric heat and know that SOON somebody will come running by (or over) you to serve liquid refreshments. Ummmm Ummmmm. Nothing like a cool prunetini to sip while watching the tropical fish float to the surface. Plus.. and THIS is what’s really cool.. you NEVER need to put on a swimsuit over your polyester stretchy pants. EVER. Unless of course..you WANT to. Here at Club dementia— it’s anything almost goes..with one exception Yo! Roger.. the nude beach is THATA way dude.