This morning I saw a woman, a little on the chubby side, grey hairs showing. She was vaguely familiar, but I didn't really recognise her. Not until she started repeating my exact moves.
I was looking in the mirror.
Now, how weird is that!? I know for a fact I'm but a wee lassie of, say, 25 - my hubby will confirm this! - and yet, here was this impersonator in my very own bathroom.
Uh-oh. Spooky. Will I still need me, will I still feed me, when I'm 64?
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4 comments:
Yes, you will!!For various reasons you will know that is just THE question for me these days,at the age of 64 , BUT yessss, I shall feed me as long as I am 64, and definitely see to it that someone will need me much longer!Hugs, Mum
It's what you FEEL like thats important! And thats the joy of loving your husband and him loving you - you'll feed each other!
I laughed a bit too loud as I read this entry...could it that your epiphany resounded too well within my own 36 year old mind? Good to know that an American woman can enjoy comraderie with a good humored gal across the water.
The same thing happened to me the other morning, but he'd come to fix my window.
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