Fifty-two. Wow. I remember when twenty-five seemed far away. A half century plus of existence, flown by... Know what I'm thinking of doing? Getting my commercial license to sell bait to bait shops. Then I gotta find out if there's a Master's License available. I'll keep you posted. Erratically.
I'm still fat. Really fat. Not quite as obesely fat as I was, but....extra chunky PLUS. I was sleeping naked tonight, fan blasting me to cool comfort, sound asleep.
Then it hit.
Frapppp...Frappp..
Indeed.
Fat guy farts, just quivering those buttcheeks.
I actually woke myself up.
Ba to bed now.
Round two, coming up.
Everybody's dyin...lost my grandpa 40 years ago, my brother 24, my mother 3, both grandmothers about 7,8 years back, my Father and Basher, faithful hound pup in October of '05, along with a very nice aunt and my "Other Mother" while at my Dad's funeral and Miss Lanie, another friend, a few months before Dad died. Uncles are dropping like flies. I had a cousin with violet eyes. Diabetes got her. Tired of death. I have a pack of lovely young ladies called "Arnie's Angels" who refuse to allow me to age. Just as well. I might mature, and that would ruin me for blogging.
