I often wonder what I will be like, or what my life will be like when I am 90, will I be as spry and lively as my grandmother or will I develop Alzheimer’s like my mom. And while I know my mom was not my birth mother, I still worry about it. I want so bad to be like my grandmother, my aunts and uncles all appear to have inherited her constitution, my birth mother died from emphysema, so you can’t count her, she smoked. She should have known better, Testermans cannot smoke without consequences. My grandfather used to tell me that, I believe him, I never smoked, well, ok once when I was like 6 years old. It was nasty, and smelled bad, who wants to do something that tastes bad and makes you smell bad. Not me.
It is Friday and I have deep thoughts, not a good combination, I would prefer to have frivolous thoughts on a Friday.
Next week is the birthday of our country, I will, of course, be writing a special AngieWorld for it, I am still developing it, so totally look for that. I will be working on the 4th of July, just 7 to 4. I will work 5 days next week, I don’t even know how to do that anymore! It will be a challenge, I know I will be tired by the time Friday next comes around, pray for me.
I foresee a ton of coffee in my future, just to let you all know, ok, that is a warning, run and hide.