I'm already forgetful, hard of hearing and needing granny glasses. I'm 41 and don't want to admit any of that so my world has gotten a lot more interesting from the things I remember, hear and see. Apparently my brain usually hears dirty things because I have to snap my head up to see what the guy on the T.V. actually said because there is no way he said what I heard on Antenna TV and especially the great George Burns would never use that language or innuendo.
The sweet thing that I am (eye roll here) is getting more daring and belligerent as I get older and its pretty hilarious; to me. I'm not sure how the people on the other side of it feel, but luckily as an old lady, I don't care. It makes it more fun to see the mortified look in some one's eyes.
I dance to muzak in the grocery store isles; well lets be honest, I've always done that. If a kid is being a snot, I let them know they are being a snot, to their face; loudly.
I plan on being very fit and strong and dancing the night away until I'm well into my 90's. I plan on wearing loud colors and have bright blue or pink hair, maybe even lavender. I might just get some obnoxious tattoo on my bum that says something like "Juicy" or Foxy Lady" just so my nurses have something interesting to tell their families after work changing my diapers.
I imagine myself with my close old lady friends strutting around the home like mean girls ruling the roost, in our Eddie Bauer capri's and sensible shoes. I imagine Dave in his old man cardigans staring out the window just wishing I would shut up, you know like he does now.....
I'm going to embrace every change and make it the most fun ever. You know, like I do now.....
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