Living Backwards
So I'm eating my oatmeal with sliced banana this morning and I realize this isn't gonna last. Because I have taken my gooshy-food phase out of sequence. Which means by the time I'm eighty I will definitely be breakfasting on steak and corn on the cob. I have pondered the practical details of this dealie, and here's how I figure I'm gonna solve the molars-worn-to-a-nub problem.
What funky fun are you planning for your old age?
What funky fun are you planning for your old age?
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Other than that I think my plan is to make death work damn hard to get me, and when I finally meet the reaper, I'm gonna spit in his eye socket and see if the reaper does indeed have a male reproductive system by trying to kick him in the nuts as well as take that damn sythe off the old bag of bones and give ol Grim what he's been giving everyone else all these years.
All excellent choices, Falcata. My best to you!
Big ol' stadium full of applause for that idea, Vickie!
I may be an Aunty that can be cranky sometimes (usually at stupid people, but that's a story for a whole other comment), but I still have a long way to go since I have no fortune to speak of and I only have one cat (one down, 79 to go). I'll get there eventually I'm sure.
It's important to set goals for oneself!