If it works for socks . . .
I went to my chiropractor yesterday. He is retiring. My vet just retired. I have been with these people for decades. How dare they get old enough to retire! I'm going to go find a nice young little female chiropractor who has to finess my creaky old back because she doesn't have the bulk to force it into place, and I will stay with her till I retire!! And the vet just down the street is young and kindly and always talks to the kitties, so she'll work out nicely. But no one else better retire this year. I have had it with finding new caretakers.
Ohhh, I'm going to be one of those old women, aren't I? "What's this? Tapioca pudding? Isn't this Tuesday? We always have vanilla pudding on Tuesday. What's all this change in aid of? What's next? Bingo on Thursday night instead of Wednesday? Where will it end?"