So I’m over a half century now. Yeah, okay, I flashed past that half-century exit some while back and forgot to make a pit stop.
Today I watched Dr. 90210 and dreamed of a whole body lift. I also dreamed of Cracker Barrel pancakes. Got the pancakes. So much cheaper and no pain.
Except I hate to cook.
That part hurt.
But then I took a nap along with some vicodin and woke up covered in beagles.