Yes ma'am. And let's not forget it.

Immediately after John and I win the lottery (or a suitcase full of money falls from the sky-I'd say fairly even odds on either)and I stop worrying about such things as losing the roof over my head, etc., I'll be absolutely convinced that the early 50s ARE the best time of life. Right now, I just think they are.

No one could have stated the facts to the youngER generation of people than you did here. Yay for 45+ year olds who still think like 20, and with the same zest. This gives me a real boost just when I needed it most. (((Big Hug)))

So... if I read this right... I **don't** own the keys to the kingdom... damn!
-d

I was so busy loving this post and sending it off to my daughter last night singing your praises via email that I forgot to tell you how much I loved it. :)

How right you are Stacey. I look at the photos of my Grandmother when she was my age and think that they must have made a mistake.

Olivier got in early last night and we'd gone to bed even earlier (he thinks it's disgusting). This morning he wanted to know where we'd been - he thought we'd gone out. He's worse than my dad was!

Wonderful post. :-)