So there is some forward progress in my bedroom. My brother Frankie came down yesterday and did some demolition and some insulating. My Frankie and Billy did some too. So when I got home from work my boys wanted to show me their progress. I mentioned I might want to change how the door opens. I felt if it opened toward the closet as opposed to the rest of the room, I'd have more privacy.
Frankie was completely preplexed. He shook his head. "What does a 50 year old woman need privacy for?"
"I'm only 47! Bastid!"
Friday, November 07, 2008
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Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.
~~Mark Twain
We will NOT discuss my age, but that boy isn't too old to smack around! lol
47 isn't such a bad number. I turned 47 on Tuesday. Unfortunately, the electorate gave me a turd in the punch bowl that night.
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