Grooving… on a Saturday night.
Well, ok, on a Saturday afternoon.
Not sure if any of you have senior citizen issues, but I was at the pharmacy checking out all the possible solutions to growing old.
This included meds for cats who are old.
So, $101 later, I hope this stuff I picked up, works.
If not, take the 2 cats, Jim and me out back.
The 4 of us will light up, smoke a few joints and settle into the dust.
Let’s face it.
Some of us struggle just to survive.
Well, not me, of course.
I am still fabulous.
I have yet to find a wrinkle in my face.
(Hey, I am blind as a bat)
I have yet to experience pain in my joints.
(That may be because I am a pain in the ass)
And I am a role model for all women over the hill.
(Bar flies live longer, as they are well preserved)
So on this Saturday, Sept 24, I carried up 20 bags up stairs, ate a half dozen perogies, a hamburber, well done, with fried onions, and a bottle of Apothetic Dark to celebrate the dawning of the age of Aquarius.
By the way, I have no idea what the hell the age of Aquarius is.
So, have a lovely Saturday night, all my friends.
I am finishing the wine, attending to the senior needs of one Puff Cat, Oh Wow Cat and the old goat, James.
I just changed into my jammies and am ready to head out to the deck, to contemplate the state of the union.
Hey, ain’t life grand?