Forty years ago, I dreamt of hot women. In my dreams now, I’m looking for that damn bathroom that keeps moving. Back then I completely misunderstood “The Golden Years”.
I like to read the comments sections of controversial topics. Here’s one exchange regarding an article written by a lady that feels ashamed of being overweight. The respondent thinks she has the answer:
Comment: “she should be more active. Did you ever see a picture of a caveman? They were thin because they ran and stayed active”.
Response: “Actually I’ve never seen a picture of a caveman. Cameras were so unreliable back then”.
I downloaded a free app that would age your picture so you can see what you’d look like. Nothing happened.
Watching the sunrise over the ocean this morning, I saw a woman doing Tai Chi. Her spiritual exercise. Then I realized she was doing Selfies.
Got on the scale this morning and I was up by 2 lbs. Then I saw lint on the scale. Whew!