~ Hatter ~ you ain't old, Bro'... you're just chronologically challenged BWAHAHAHAHA! (hurumph!)
~ Mrs. Hall ~ Old is as old does, Sister, and you ain't old by anyone's (of any level of sensibility) standard. Age is all in the mind... and in the saggy skin... and the achy joints... and in the blurry vision... and... eff this! So, you aren't any older than you wanna be. BTW, I promise I won't tell anybody that you are celebrating the Xth anniversary of your 32nd birthday.
Hmmm... no such thing as Moms who are still considered cool or hip? Not so sure about that one. I would think you would definitely fall within that category from what I read on your blog.
Oh sure, there you go making fun of poor old Momma America and the fact she's way over 200 years old. You must feel pretty desperate to pick on her in order to make yourself feel younger (BWAHAHAHAHA!).
What IS your jean size? And how will I know if you are lying?
Yeah, my male step-parental unit was the effing Devil clothed in human flesh. I don't think country music made him that way but I don't doubt it had at least some bit of influence.
Welcome to the world of blogging, Sean. Glad you stopped by Bonez and made your presence known. Keep up the good work and stay in touch. Oh... and don't worry about not being a grown up yet. It ain't all it's cracked up to be most of the time.
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Too Funny! Now I feel old.
Oh-this is soo sad.
All of this applies to me and I am only 32.
blah.
Mrs. Hall
~ Hatter ~ you ain't old, Bro'... you're just chronologically challenged BWAHAHAHAHA! (hurumph!)
~ Mrs. Hall ~ Old is as old does, Sister, and you ain't old by anyone's (of any level of sensibility) standard. Age is all in the mind... and in the saggy skin... and the achy joints... and in the blurry vision... and... eff this! So, you aren't any older than you wanna be. BTW, I promise I won't tell anybody that you are celebrating the Xth anniversary of your 32nd birthday.
As far as being old, I know I will never been cool or hip again. When you are a mom, that ability just disappears.
I will say, I don't think I had ever wanted a choatic, drink till you puke life anyway. My life is way more interesting than that life could ever be.
And BTW-I am 32, born in the year American celebrated her 200th birthday.
I may lie about my jean size, but no way do I lie about my age.
O BTW-sorry country music triggers ugly step-dad memories.
Maybe some day you will reclaim the glory of twang and fiddles.
:)
Mrs. Hall
Hmmm... no such thing as Moms who are still considered cool or hip? Not so sure about that one. I would think you would definitely fall within that category from what I read on your blog.
Oh sure, there you go making fun of poor old Momma America and the fact she's way over 200 years old. You must feel pretty desperate to pick on her in order to make yourself feel younger (BWAHAHAHAHA!).
What IS your jean size? And how will I know if you are lying?
Yeah, my male step-parental unit was the effing Devil clothed in human flesh. I don't think country music made him that way but I don't doubt it had at least some bit of influence.
officially not grown up here. not sure if it's a good or bad thing though. ;)
Welcome to the world of blogging, Sean. Glad you stopped by Bonez and made your presence known. Keep up the good work and stay in touch. Oh... and don't worry about not being a grown up yet. It ain't all it's cracked up to be most of the time.
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