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I need to look at that before being offered dessert!
Good thing I already ate my Oreos!

I remember finding those when we were kids and stomping on them on concrete. The results are pretty memorable :sick
I used to smack them with a hammer. Equally memorable results. The ones I found last week met a different fate - chicken crops!

Nope, with two new hips, I'm getting younger all the time! On the flip side of that, there are definitely days I feel like I'm old enough to be an 'oldfolk'! (How old is "old enough"?)
You don't need to be as old as Sour ;)
 
2 new hips? You're in @bobbi-j! Welcome to the home and pull up a rocking chair. No shuffleboard, bingo or Lawrence Welk allowed, we are all young thinking old folk here!

Think I overdid it today. Ate dinner, laid down on the sofa cause feet were killing me, fell asleep.

Just came in from playing with the 4 11day old chicks still in the hobby room. These 4 are just so much fun. They play, run, jump, flap their little wings, fight with my fingers and scold them when I poke them up out of the bedding at them. If I stop playing with them they run up to the front of the brooder and want to play some more.

Incubator hatched chicks are just so cool.:love
 
My grandma lived to be 102 - I'm not sure she'd have qualified up until her last few months.

Don't think Mom ever qualified. We visited her in Fla. for her 97th, and first two card games she kicked my butt (she was a card counter) and I really had to work to beat her the next game. :p Hip broke, she fell, surgery, slight stroke, major stroke - in 3 days time she died. God was merciful she never would have wanted an invalid's life.
 
Don't think Mom ever qualified. We visited her in Fla. for her 97th, and first two card games she kicked my butt (she was a card counter) and I really had to work to beat her the next game. :p Hip broke, she fell, surgery, slight stroke, major stroke - in 3 days time she died. God was merciful she never would have wanted an invalid's life.
Amen to that! Until her first heart attack when she was 101, Grandma lived on her own, fixed most of her own meals, took the bus downtown to go shopping and get her hair done, and was blessed enough to have a clear mind up until her last couple of days. She went into assisted living 8 months before she died, because she "didn't qualify" for the nursing home. (Wouldn't you think that the words "101 years old" and "heart attack" in the same sentence would qualify you? Anyway, I'm glad she ended up where she did. She was happy in her little apartment, and went down for meals and coffee and got to visit with people every day those last few months.)
 
Mom wouldn't come back North because she wouldn't leave Dad (who had been buried for 32 years :barnie). At 95 she called and said, "I want you to come down here." So down we went. She had made the arrangements to move into an assisted living facility that my cousin had spent her last years in, took me to her lawyer and had me named as executor on her will and put me in charge of her finances "to make sure her bills got paid on time." She kept her home "Just in case I want to move back." She was an interesting lady - I miss her.
 

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