Old folks are worth a fortune: With silver hair, gold in their teeth, stones in their kidneys, lead in their feet and gas in their stomach. I have become alot more social with the passing of years; some might even call me a frivolous old gal. After all, I'm seeing five gentlemen every day. As soon as I wake, Will Power helps me get out of bed. Then I go to see John. Then Charley Horse comes along, and when he is here, he takes alot of time and attention. When he leaves, Arthur Ritis shows up and stays the rest of day. (He doesn't like to stay in one place very long, so he takes me from joint to joint). After such a busy day, I'm tired and glad to go to bed--with Ben Gay. What a Life! P.S. The preacher came to call the other day. He said that at my age, I should be thinking about the here-after. I told him I do - all at one time. No matter where I am - in the kitchen or down in the basement, I ask myself, "Now what am I here after?"
Have a Super Saturday!! ~~~~~~~~~~~Barb~~~~~~~~~~~