Even with a warm, cozy, fluffy, birthday robe, it is just too much for me. Maybe later when the sun comes out. When you are 95, you can use all kind of excuses and nobody questions it. The old age bit goes a long way of being accepted. Uncharted course for many. When I am asked my age, I get all kind of comments and looks.I am not sure I like 95. Maybe I will consecrate on 96. Sounds kind of mellow and easy. Well, is rambling about nothing another 95 trait? Because if it is, I am right on track.
BETTY (let us "jump the track" BOOP
p. s. Here comes the sun, good.
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