That's Right, I've finally at long, long last reached that miraculous point of, "You know what...I don't have any desire to keep track of how old I am Anymore! I'm Over It!" it's funny, but today (my birthday) it just hit me, all of a sudden, "this is not fun, as Fun goes, anymore". It's not bad, there's just no more need for bells, whistles, kazoos, and conical hats. I see the Italian Mafioso in my mind drawl out "F o r g e t a b o u t i t...."
Well...there's no forgeting, but the countUp, as it were, can withdraw muffled, gagged, and out of sight.
Anyway, huuurrrayy, I'm another year older. Happy happy, joy joy.
Wisdom comes with Age, they say. Well, granted, as long as they don't get divorced along the way. ....Take a Deep Breath and Count to Ten...
Well...there's no forgeting, but the countUp, as it were, can withdraw muffled, gagged, and out of sight.
Anyway, huuurrrayy, I'm another year older. Happy happy, joy joy.
Wisdom comes with Age, they say. Well, granted, as long as they don't get divorced along the way. ....Take a Deep Breath and Count to Ten...