But, this 69 year old "boy", is arthritic, a tad overweight and slides too much on ice. So, dreams of what I did as a little boy, are just that, dreams, memoires. Now, I can stay up way late, drink milk anytime I want. talk to the cat-dog and not worry about what the neighbors think. ah...the golden years......
So here's to all of you. enjoy this weekend.
God Loves you. and so do I.