tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425544489268890801.post5659344584970710594..comments2023-10-16T06:30:07.580-07:00Comments on Where ya from?: The old gray mare....she ain't what she used to be!Terry Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692354673190063411noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425544489268890801.post-8710872708160511792010-12-22T16:49:36.316-08:002010-12-22T16:49:36.316-08:00Hey hon. Enjoy the now. And get back with me in te...Hey hon. Enjoy the now. And get back with me in ten years.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425544489268890801.post-40227837887026995762010-12-22T07:50:49.226-08:002010-12-22T07:50:49.226-08:00Terry, I am laughing my head off! You are so freak...Terry, I am laughing my head off! You are so freakin' FUNNY! God I love you! And Amy, you have the same gift. You almost ran over Santa, and then he slams YOU. Don't think he didn't know what he was saying. <br /><br />Holy crap, if middle age is this funny with you two in my life, I say BRING IT. We'll laugh those wrinkles away. So glad you started this blog, Terry. I feel younger already.Sandyhttp://www.wordsruntogether.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425544489268890801.post-65293982771955279622010-12-21T23:44:20.567-08:002010-12-21T23:44:20.567-08:00Thanks for the laughs!! Just wait until you are 52...Thanks for the laughs!! Just wait until you are 52 and can't find either pair of your glasses - luckily the display on the treadmill is LARGE!!<br />Merry, merry my friend!idriveskjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05460122446163152118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425544489268890801.post-81213967340400937722010-12-21T22:01:43.573-08:002010-12-21T22:01:43.573-08:00I almost ran over Santa yesterday in front of Aspe...I almost ran over Santa yesterday in front of Aspen Perk. He stepped out from between two cars and that about did it for the old guy. Since I was driving entirely too fast for a parking lot, I slowed down, rolled down the window and aplogized. He says, "No problem. I should pay more attention. Have a treat." He holds out a bag of candy so I take a peppermint and thank him. Santa could have been pissed, so I'm grateful he chose to be kind instead. Then he says to me, "I'll be here till Friday. You should come back. Bring the grandkids." I tell him that sounds great and start to drive away. Wait. What? Grandkids? Are you kidding me?! I consider backing over Santa, but remember that orange is really not my color and jumpsuits have never looked good on this body. But, grandkids. Really? It is hell getting old.Amy McClurenoreply@blogger.com