Welcome SueC! BTW the only thing you can do w/wrinkles is smile alot & make sure the smile is heartfelt & in your eyes, 'cuz smiles & eyes are the two things that never age.
Nicker, is your birthday this coming Thursday or April 3rd?
Oh, Stan, it's an absolute given that we will accompany one another on The Last Great Ride, that's understood. And if one or the other gets to the gate first, we'll wait for the lagger to show up. Deal?!
In reading the various age comments, I'm reminded of what my mother (83 y/o) said not long ago (& it's a comment that has been affirmed numerous times by "elderly" woman I've queried @ work): "The odd thing is, no matter what's happening to & with your body, inside you always feel 30. It must be the soul's 'age' ". A little food for thought, ya'll. Another good quote is "Never stop 'till you drop".
And for Forrest Gump again, "And that's all I have to say about that"(well, besides ..you beauty, what a ride...").
Have to stop playing on here now & go pay my bills (which I'm pretty sure isn't the biggest thing to do I was set on earth for, lol!...follow the heart, follow the heart..) It's being a nice stolen day off (i.e vacation mental-health day). Sun is shining, 42*, went to the petstore for the cat's favorite food (pricey, but keeps them healthy & happy..Acana out of Canada, for our Canadian friends..thanks!)
Once I get done w/the bill thing, I want to google "how to sit the Missouri Fox Trotter gait" & see what I come up with.Yesterday's attempt was interesting, want to try & understand more.
That's a deal, you are aware I have no intention of kicking off for at least another 20 plus years, so you had better get into the frame of mind to hang around and wait.
Talking about the pearly gates a bus load of Dargavillians (people I work with) had arrived at the pearly gates. St Peter rushed up to God and almost out of breath he blurted out, they're here, they're here, a bus load of them, who are here said God The Dargavillians replied St Peter. Well let them in God said.
So St Peter walks back down the gold covered drive and arrives at the entrance. He stands there, mouth agape, then runs as fast as he can back to God yelling they're gone, they're gone, what replies god, have the Dargavillians gone. No St Peter replies, the pearly gates. They're gone.
Keeps me employed.