TB over at The Fourty Five is feeling stressed, old and beat, so I suggested we head on down to the skate board park and shred it with the kids in order to re-affirm our youthfulness and maybe blow some dust off our mouldering brains. 55 is the new 35 dontchya know.
If anyone finds my balls please be a sport and return them...
Turned out my balls ended up in my throat and had to be surgically repositioned. TB went on without me and decided to test his youthfulness at the ball diamond by playing playing a quick game a stick ball with the kids... and promptly got cut from the team.
The old saying is that getting old isn't for pussies. That's why I refuse to do it and intend to stay immature for the duration!
Have a good Hump Day, y'all. ;)