My goal in life is to outgrow ugly, or begin to smell good, whichever becomes possible within a reasonable amount of time.
Oddly enough, rowboats do not fit in church pews, which reinforces my decision not to row to church, or even get anywhere near such a place ever again.
OK, folks, "Variations on a Theme" is today's exercise, and today's theme is "Shoelaces". Warm up your kazoos.
Old guys are generally pretty nice. They've "been there, done that", unlike guys from 12 to 32, who are long on urges and short on experience. Other than impending death, and the increasing failure rate of various bodily functions, being of advanced age can be somewhat pleasant at times.
Sometimes I notice that the cookies are watching me too closely. It gets creepy after a while — doesn't seem to matter which disguise I wear either. Maybe I should ask Aunt Bess. She used to handle security for a bakery. That's something.
Stream of Consciousness Ed here, for Ed's Stream of Consciousness Emporium and Live Bait Shop. Stop by and stream with us. We have worms.
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Me? Honestly, what did you expect?
