Manenough

There’s no way on earth that I can possibly need that 50+ life insurance.  I totally refuse to accept the conjecture that I am over 50. Heck, I can’t believe that I might be over 45.  No one ever told me that time would pass this fast.  I can remember when bell bottoms were high fashion and everyone thought disco would last forever.  But, those memories don’t make me old, they make me interesting. And that’s not gray hair, that’s lightened and highlighted hair to make my face look more youthful. My mirror doesn’t show any wrinkles either, unless I get up really close . . .  So I don’t.