Drat, Christine, I may have to hang with you tonight. Not that I mind, hanging with you. Snowed in, can you believe it and New Year's Eve of all days.
I was heading out to my place in the country to commune with nature and all living things. But, alas, my plans have changed, no debauchery for me this New Year's Ever. Already drank one bottle of bubbly, may start the second one any minute now. I hope I don't get too loud, I'm sure Jimmy will give me a slap and put me in my place if I do.
I really have to post to Skipper2, seeing he doesn't like Feelings, isn't that the name of a song. Well, Skipper2, Skipper1 signed on first so you will just have to get used to it.
Did you know, Christine, that Skipper2 drives airplanes, no that should be, flies airplanes, don't you just love a man in uniform. I checked out his profile, he's 52 and makes the most serious posts ever, he really needs Feelings. Maybe, it was Fate, that he accidently stumbled across your humble thread, Christine. He must have been drawn through the rift in the parrelled Universe by the magnetic force of Feelings, Mind your own business, David Duchovy, and leave Skipper2 where he is...My, I'm getting positively chatty here. Think I will get another glass of wine.
Christine, what you said about being a middle aged woman, don't you think that forty something is the best age ever. Finally, we are free to explore all the possibilities that life offers. And men think they are old when they hit forty-something, I don't understand that. Its a great age to be. Its not old, everything you have done up to now, has been preparation for this time in your life..
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