I see a lot of you had great fun at my expense.
I will be replying soon.
Just let me put on my witch hat.
I got a reply from WordPress about my MIA posts.
I think they bombed because I did a cut and paste.
I didn’t know that was a problem.
They said there would be saved copies but I couldn’t find them.
This is not surprising.
I often can’t find things.
I saw sexy Doc again today.
He is hopeful I am going to make it.
Said I only have four wind instruments playing in my lungs.
Not the whole orchestra.
Said he was seriously thinking of putting me in hospital on Tuesday.
He knows me.
He would have had to take me yelling and screaming.
While lounging around I got to thinking.
Something I try not to do.
Not on a regular basis anyway.
About old age.
I know there are a lot of my blogging buddies who are my age.
Or even older.
If some of you have not had the same experience as me….I don’t want to know about.
For those of you still heading towards my age this is a warning of what to expect.
I handled the change in my body.
When body parts suddenly swap places.
And, almost overnight, you become Granny shaped.
Men sometimes experience hair loss.
Women get MORE hair.
I have blogged about the solitary chin hair.
It can be plucked.
The sudden appearance of bum fluff on the cheeks.
The FACIAL cheeks.
I solved that problem by never wearing my glasses when looking at my face.
BUT….one thing took me completely unawares.
I was sitting when I happened to move my arm at a certain angle.
And there it was.
Wrinkly old skin.
I went eeeeeeeeeeek.
I yelled “what the fuck is that”?
And “where did it come from”?
I promptly got rid of all sleeveless tops.
All short sleeve tops.
I now scour the shops for three quarter length tops.
Or I wear long sleeve tops and casually pull the sleeves up a bit.
I don’t think it fools anyone.
God is definitely a man.
A woman would never have allowed that to happen.