Ten Things I’ll Never Do
I ain’t got no bucket for this crap!
Adrienne Beaumont made me do it. What is this power she has over me? Always tagging me for these things. Thank goodness she lives on the other side of the world! Can you imagine what kind of trouble she’d get me into if she lived — in Iowa?
I must admit her story was fun.
Ten Things I Ain’t Got No Bucket For
- No ocean cruises for me — Hahaha; do you get free offers regularly?
- I’m not getting married ever again. Thirteen bodies in the basement are enough! Had I seen the movie first, I’d have realized I could have just advertised to rent out rooms. But no, I had to get married! You just gotta chuckle…have another peek here.
- Twisting my arm will not get me to have any more children! Nope, been there, done that; birth, foster, adoption, and fictitious kin are things of the past.
- Absolutely not shaving my underarms! I don’t think I would even if I had underarm hair. Who comes up with this stuff anyway?
- Canopy walks are definitely out! I do regret I didn’t get to do this one, but, it’s off my list!
- I put my foot down on the idea of purchasing a new home, or building a new home for that matter! I’ve bought old falling down, ramshackle houses all my life and it’s been a magnificent experience. A house never did me wrong.
- Sex? Nope, no interest. My friend Adrienne Beaumont has told me all about the men out there for women over seventy. Read a few of her stories and you’ll quit dating too!
8. I refuse to run a marathon. Nothing against runners. Some of my best friends run, like CARMEN F MICSA, MA in English, podcaster. She travels the world to run and writes books about it. I admire her so much, but I will not follow in her footsteps. Truth is, I’ve never been allowed to run. I was born with some heart defects and have done well to keep alive.
9. I’m never owning a scale for weighing myself. If my clothes fit, I’m okay. If my clothes don’t fit, I’m in tight clothes.
10. I’m never going to a hairstylist to get my hair cut. I’ve always had horrid hair and I was the only one who could ever cut my hair or style it. Short, long, or bald; I’m on my own.
To Conclude
And a few other things I’ll not be doing: putting the TP on the roll the wrong way, voting for the wrong political candidate, eating shellfish or crickets, and accepting my friend, Elon’s, offer to go into space with him. What is he thinking making offers to old plant ladies, anyway?
So there ya go. I just ain’t doing any of that stuff — ever!
Apologies
I apologize to the men I married. You were all good guys. I especially liked the one who was years and years younger than me. I hope marrying me had nothing to do with why you’re all dead. I’m comforted that you all loved my cooking, humor, housekeeping, and other marital perks.
I still love you all.
You’re It!
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