"Old age ain't no place for sissies."
~Bette Davis
Everything I've ever heard about
aging appears to be true . . . and
methinks you don't get it unless
you are indeed oldering.
My whole body aches. Alas, I
can't dance anymore. I look in
the mirror and am surprised. I
still feel young inside.
My hair is whiter than white, yet
I get such a kick out of dying part
of it Bluejeans Blue. So love my
jewelry, but it's almost too much
of a bother to put it on.
Easier to snack out of the fridge
than to prepare a proper meal.
Love to eat in bed and read or
watch a murder mystery. The
actual mystery might be when
did I ever become so simplistic?!
Enjoy taking rides like my parents
did back in the day. But, I'd almost
rather die than go shopping. Praise
the gods for online shopping and
delivery.
Funny this aging business . . .
heard about it my whole life, but
never saw it coming . . .
Think I'd better have a nice copa
de champaña in bed just to
celebrate . . .
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