I do not know quite what happened or when , but my hubby and I now qualify for seniors' discounts at some venues. This creates a quandary; in order to save money, but not face, we have to admit to our age. HMMMM..... We definitely do not consider ourselves to be old. In this day and age ,when people as a whole are living longer and healthier lives why are 'young seniors', those in their fifties, like moi, considered 'old'?? It's so true that age is just a perception! "Maturity" is very objective/subjective, and I object! Whew, a few years have skittered by since I composed this biography block. Those "fifties" are in the rear view mirror and they are distant, fond memories. Oh, I do not plan to stop writing any time soon.
Happy 10th WDC Anniversary, SandraLynn Team Florent!! I'm sorry I can't battle alongside with you, dear Florent. Go forth and go well! You are doing excellent!
WWAD-what would Andre do! Maybe he could get a 3D-printer, make bracelets with WWAD on them and sell them on the side.
We get our dogs braided rope toys to chew on and use dental sticks to help clean their teeth. Perhaps Andre would enjoy a nice braided chew rope, and if someone would make a banana flavored dental stick, he could use it for a swizzle stick in his drink and chew on after he downs it.
My grandgiggles now ask if I'm wearing bubble wrap when I venture forth for a meander/walk/stroll. I thought a clumsy monkey could be conceivable and that he'd be told the same thing I am. Be careful. What is that? Accidents happen, to me any way.
QueenNormaJeanGreeneggs&vegham You win! I've never been shot at, well, not directly. I once experienced the back window of my car being shot out as I drove along a highway. I believe it was a hunter's errant bullet. I wrote about us accident prone people. I refer to it as O.U.C.H. I believe I intended that to mean Our Unique Clumsiness Hurts. We create our own writing material.
Oh come on - I've had so many weird accidents - last one I swear I tripped on a feather. Broke 2 bones in my hand, cast for 4 weeks and now I'm going to see the doctor tomorrow. Cannot move the blasted hand at all.
Car accidents, been shot at, blew my knee getting into a truck. falling down drunk and waking up looking like a prize fighter when I had to go to a family funeral. I've had a few good ones.
I'm the accident-prone one around these parts - although most people would guess my most-used word falls into the "swear" category, it's actually "ouch."
Years back I dated a lady who was extremely accident prone. On one occasion she caught her dress pocket on a door handle as we exited the theater. She ripped her dress open, buttons popping off all over. Another time I stopped to pick her up for a dinner date. As we were exiting her apartment, she remembered her purse and rushed back in to grab it. She slipped on the floor and slid into the table, chipping her front tooth. On yet another outing while viewing some antique mining equipment, she climbed up on a big dump truck for a picture. She decided to jump down, but had caught her shirt on something and ripped it off!
May 18th Prompt:Fictional road trip with fellow 30 DBC bloggers? There's nothing like a road trip to open one's eyes and clear the ol' cob webs from the self-quarantine stilted faculties. Fresh air and scenery will revitalize us. A few smooth beverages will mellow us. I propose a cross -country excursion by motor coach with California as our destination. Let's hit the road SB MusingSumojoKåre Enga in Udon ThaniCheddahQPdollToffeeman1957 ! On board we'll put our collective feet up and sing ol' camp songs at the top of our lungs, off key, raucously, off colour.We shall imbibe copious amounts of adult beverages. Not that we need this liquid courage, but our tongues will be loosened. I for one have never visited California. Hollywood doesn't pique my curiosity. Are you ready to meander through a vineyard? I will arrange for SB Musing to be ferried about the grounds via wheelbarrow. No cane and stumbling for you! Perhaps we could all visit the vines in a horse-drawn carriage. I suppose we'd be too intoxicated and giddy to safely traverse the grape grounds on foot. Why don't we shuck our foot wear and dip our toes into a grape vat? How difficult can it be to stomp grapes? Will it feel like mud? I 'm not certain we need to be sober for this. We've all tasted and enjoyed things made with our hands, but with our feet? Let's get down and dirty. As writers, we write squelch, squish,splort, squirt, and more. Let's feel these descriptors. Our recovery day shall be spent relaxing on a beach under voluminous umbrellas. From behind our dark shades, we shall people watch undetected. We can always use what we witness as fodder for future musings.
May 16th Prompt: Do you believe in ghosts or other supernatural entities? My short answer is no. I've never met a ghost. I will admit there are times when I swear an invisible being , an obnoxious being, has shoved or tripped me just to witness my tumble. When items turn up in inexplicable places, I wonder why I did not hear or see anything. I know with unswerving certainty that I did not drop the t.v. remote in the fridge. Why anyone would hide my cup of tea in the pantry is a mystery. No haunting noises emanate from my home although I hear the occasional groan or shriek.. Sigh, my knees frighten me.
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