I believe others consider me predictable. I'm not unkind. I know the napkin and fork go to the left of the plate and the knife and spoon to the right--knife on the inside, of course, blade toward the plate. I treat our animals well. I'm usually good for a laugh when the meeting gets tense. I communicate well both verbally and in writing. I'm fussy about my coffee. My drink of choice is gin--unadulterated. I love to eat. I always glance at the river--whatever river that might be--when I pass over a bridge. My friends can count on me in a pinch. I love my family with all my heart.
So now that I've reached the advanced age of over 65 (no need to be specific) having acted mostly responsibly my entire life, I've decided today to go blue. Blue nail polish, that is.
After all, what's the use of maturity if you can't act unpredictably once in a while?
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After all, what's the use of maturity if you can't act unpredictably once in a while?
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