After spending the last 24 hours hanging out at my dad's new house in Sun City, Arizona, I can't figure out why anybody over the age of 55 would want to live with people under the age of 55.
This place is like heaven if heaven was filled with Cadillacs and golf carts.
The people are friendly but not in a suspicious way. They're friendly in the "I can't believe I can buy dinner at a restaurant for $4.99" kind of way.
The landscaping is Disney-esque. The golf courses look inviting even to folks who don't play golf. The bocce ball players are zestfully clean.
I'm happy my dad has made the move. If for no other reason than I get to be the hottest babe at the pool.