Soon to be 80 years old

 
Automobile’s of Art:

 1982 Chevrolet S-10
......and now:
There are plans. We are at our home in Deltona. Jack Jr is down from NC for a week. Son Mark came over from Port Richie for a couple days. I guess we are celebrating the fact that I have struggled thru life, fighting roaches, disease, pestilence and fire ants. I have finally made it to my 80^th year.
When I was about 2 dad installed an inside toilet. A first in our family, something to brag about. But I was told that I aggravated my older brother Jr so much he said, “Mama I’m gonna flush Jackie down that new commode.”
My wife has set my 80^th as the day I am officially old. She should know, she is already past that mark. But she contends she has raised me right, so I should pass the test with flying colors.

(This is me, about 2 years before we were married..... I think???)

 (So now you know why she married me, I was so stinking cute! I had hair and stuff before we married too!)

They all have plans, but I would prefer an all-night love fest with sex and stuff  celebrating with my sweetheart. And YES Rick. For you and the retired cop Woody, I still remember it, but like Betty White said, “I forgot who ties up whom!”  So I am going to ‘google it’, study and prepare for our 65^th wedding anniversary night in a few years.  On later thinking maybe 30 minutes of cuddling with my sweetie!

Sorry for the side track. Age is a strange bird. Yes, I know I was born in 1939. But I declare I still think like I am 20, I THINK?!!?? I am sitting here thinking and typing like I would have at a much earlier age. BUT it is that stinking physical thing that gets in the way.

This younger generation has made the stairs steeper. Even somehow made trash is heavier. The Lord knows they didn’t need to make concrete blocks and sheets of plywood heavier, but they did.

My forgetter still works good, always has, just ask my girl. But I had better close before I forget how to do that.

Nite Shipslog