God bless my brother Ben who must sit at his keyboard forwarding every email forwarded to him from everyone he knows…and doesn’t know.
I must confess to not reading the political ones…we might as well be on different planets where politics is concerned. I’m so-so about the doom and gloom ones. Sometimes I read them…sometimes not. The ones that are meant to tickle my funny bone…I’ll have a peek at those. Once-in-awhile I might even share one.
Here’s that one…
If my body was a car this is the time I would be thinking about trading
it in for a newer model.
I’ve got bumps and dents and scratches in my
finish and my paint job is getting a little dull, but that’s not the
worst of it.
My headlights are out of focus and it’s especially hard to
see things up close.
My traction is not as graceful as it once was. I
slip and slide and skid and bump into things even in the best of
My whitewalls are stained with varicose veins.
It takes me hours to reach my maximum speed.
My fuel rate burns inefficiently.
But here’s the worst of it –> >Almost every time I sneeze, cough or
sputter…. either my radiator leaks or my exhaust backfires!!!!!!!!!
In my youth I was breezy, carefree, silly, romantic, kinda sexy, dance-y, chatty…
Nowadays…I’m sneezy, stressed, glum, menopausal…cuddly, still moving, still gabby!!!
………hugmamma. :-( :-)