How does one know when it is time to turn over a new leaf?
Let’s face it.
At some point in life, it must be time to get serious.
So, now that I have aged, like cheese or wine, I am contemplating a life change.
Being a silly goof has its limits.
I could turn into a cantankerous old biddy.
You know the type, old gals who have snooty faces.
And blue hair.
And have no idea how to use a cell phone.
Ok, so I am halfway there.
To hell with that cell phone.
And I wear hats, so who cares if my hair is blue?
And I am the snootiest old bag you have ever encountered.
I love to snoot around and laugh my ass off.
Why, just today, I was out and about on a lovely spring day, sporting pink bunny ears, and a snooty attitude.
Well, not quite.
You see, I haven’t turned the leaf yet.
I spent a few hours laughing and carrying on with a few of the good old boys.
One is single and miserable.
The other? Married and miserable.
You know what?
On second thought, I am not turning that leaf.
I prefer to be crazy.
And happy, living each day, one day at a time.
If I happen to meet you, on my journey, rest assured,
I will not be snooty.