Monday, September 20, 2010
Some Days Are Better Than Others
I keep forgetting how old I am. I guess that's good or just more proof that I am old. Remember when you were in your twenties and 40 seemed soooo old? I mean I know I'm old - various body parts break down, continually reminding me. But I still like to sing and dance and play and joke. It's nice to forget your true age. Keep a young heart.
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