It’s like climbing out of a well. I almost felt buried alive. My life was not my own. It belonged to my job, to my son; or better put, my son’s recovery from his broken ankle. I left the job and my son’s ankle healed. Hopefully, so have I. I’m Super Senior again. I’m back.

I know NObody cares ’bout them gray hairsdown there.But I do. Even though it’s been yearssince ANYone has even come over to visit;much less spent the night. I still loathethe very sight of them hideous gray hairs.They yell and they tell ANY and EVERYone inearshot ‘Hey!’ She’s a really REALLY, old lady.Ain’t that shady? Put…

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You can’t make this stuff up. The real Hamburglar. lol One of the best movies I’ve seen this year.

Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang 20 years removed, kind of….

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Watched all 8 episodes & I think I just threw up a little in my mouth. Ugh!!!

Felt a little fluffy… and overly sweet, like cotton candy. But definitely refreshing after two raunchy seasons of Beauty in Black.

My 48 (going on 14) year old recently had an accident on his scooter, broke his ankle, subsequently lost his job through the temp service and the room he was renting weekly. After a harrowing stint barely surviving in a ‘tent city’, he asked to come home. Another in a seemingly unending long road of…