It’s Earth Day and my birthday.
The irony of April 22, a day set aside for revering Mother Earth and while celebrating the anniversary of my birth isn’t lost on me or anyone who really knows me. Considering the size of my carbon footprint, it’s downright hilarious.
I’m 58. My boobs look like World War II era German hand grenades. My butt is impersonating a church pew. I found a long lost piece of jewelry betwixt one of my chins. I have a suspicious mole and outbofnut are growing with two hairs and what looks like a small hand. My still sn starts at my armpits, my arm fat undulates like a stingray and other parts of my body I won’t look at. The ridiculous of turning to stone is too great.
Despite a butt that ccan comfortably seat a small congregation, I’m happy. I don’t give numerology all that much credence, but I mynlike coooerstex more when my age includes an and even number.. I fell madly in love for the first time at 12. . I had a considerably good time in life at 25. I began a lucrative career at 36. Retired at 56 and I started getting my shit together at 58., – a mere 20 ,imutes ago, Netter
I look forward to the next 364 days.
The future Mr. Kendrick should too.
now 58.
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