Visited a friend’s place the other day, and man, his siblings grew up.  The kid brother is now almost as large as I am (he’s one big 6th grader), and the baby girl just shot up.  His other sister changed, too.  And not in a bad way, or in a “oh, she looks old” way, just.. she grew up some.  Then I looked at me and my friend, and I thought to myself, man, we are getting old.

Makes me wonder what’s going to become of me when I’m some old fogey.  I actually have fears of growing older.  I don’t want the liver-spotted skin, the saggy muscles, all that stuff.  I look good now, and I want to look good forever.  And I’ve got plans.

Now some people might want to get some homecare in Alpharetta Florida, but not me.  If I’m about to go, I’m going for the gusto.  I’m going skydiving, skiing, scuba-diving, all things high-risk.  That’s the only way to go, baby.

Anyway, the whole point is, I’m getting old.  Just wanted to share.

OOH, hey, remember Voltes V?  You do?  Then you’re getting old, too. 

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