I notice in my daily blog that I repeat a
phrase along the lines of who I want to
be when I grow up. Not sure whether to
laugh or cry, but it's a good one. Think
if I'm ever to do so, I'd better get on the
ball, what with being 70 and all!
But perhaps, growing up isn't all it's
cracked up to be. Maybe keeping a bit
of that naughty youthful is a good idea.
Surely, we've all noticed our elders in
the street, cars, shopping . . . Some look
ready to bite the dust . . . that may just
be me . . . and others look full of vip,
vim and vigor!
We've all been anxiously awaiting for
2020 to get the hell out of Dodge! A
new year cometh and here's hoping it
will be a far cry from this one. So . . .
here's to the picking and choosing of
what's entailed in this whole growing
up business. Obviously, we all wish
to be better people, but I find myself
more interested in those pesky bits
of naughty I intend to keep and/or
invest in! Do wish me well . . .
in spite of my list
santa forgot me this year
so staying naughty
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