Had a wonderful lunch on an outdoor patio with my 18-year-old twin daughters recently.
A really old man shuffled by, cane in one hand, other hand flapping in the air, used as a propeller (tee hee) to balance himself.
He meanders by our table, tells me he likes my sunglasses and that I was looking pretty 'sexy' today (good Lord!!).
My girls duly noted ...that old men love me. *sigh*
I have officially reached the age where I seldom attract the attention of the young and vibrant ... and have moved on to the soon to be deceased. Chit!!
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