Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
"We Three"
Friday, February 25, 2011
Anything worth doing is worth doing well.
I hated that motto when I was a kid. Mom was talking about cleaning my room, of course, which, I guess, I never considered worth doing in the first place. Anyway, I noticed I had given my little nude the collarbones from hell, totally messed up there, so I worked on her again. She is rather sweet and innocent, I think. Ah, youth, that time before all the slings and arrows of time cut you to shreds. It is only 9 AM, and here I am, up, fed, online. Don't know what is wrong with me today. I might even get to the gym! Can barely wait to see if that happens.
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