I don’t know if it’s the candy eating away at the enamel on my teeth (my aunt said I’m hideous) or what, but this summer I’m feeling old.
It’s good to know that Etta is still a super babe, but I think my managing job is wearing me down.
The only relief is more candy.
This makes me chuckle.
Art, please remember that age is a construction. It’s not real. Listen to what DP says: “Bald caps, pleasurable naps, time and space is fake and that’s the real haps.”