Happy birthday to me
While making a rare purchase today of a bottle of Dalwhinnie, my favorite single malt and a bottle of wine for the boss, I noticed that the neighborhood is being overridden by bikers. Spandex clad, matching helmeted, lance-like bikers.
I winced in horror as I hallucinated about my hemorrhaging, hemorrhoid, being hammered against the saddle. Had a bike once, when I was a kid, but spandex and hemorrhoids don’t mix. A clash of ages, I guess.
At 62 I have now lived longer than any of my male ancestors and as my feisty father used to say, if you can’t beat them at least give them the finger.
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As for this:
If you can’t beat them at least give them the finger.
I may have to make this the slogan on my blog... :)
Thank you for the greetings.