the Infinite Monkey speaks: on aging gracefully
Random brilliance from across the blogosphere…
At 52 I am not old, no matter what the 30- and 40-somethings say. I comfort myself with knowing they’ll get theirs.
Yoohoo, Here I Am, The One With No Pants!
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It’s just a number. Missing you, Average in Suburbia!
I’m trying to keep that in mind! And I miss her too!
And don’t let yourself be defined by other people’s definition of that number. And thank you! You two brightened my day!
Good advice! And I’m glad you’re still around commenting and such! It’s nice knowing you’re still here. 🙂
Reminds me of “Fried Green Tomatoes”.
Oh, I haven’t seen that in a long time! Towanda!!