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It usually takes a few months to begin slacking off. By the end of the year, exercise and diet take a back seat to holiday gluttony.
They still hold hands. They think of the other one first in every situation. She butters his toast and makes up his plate before her own.
It was supposed to be a quiet evening at home with dear friends. I spent the afternoon cooking. Two hours before the meal, my friend called to say she had received a call from her 85-year-old mother.
If I had a dollar for every time friends proclaim they can’t wait until they retire, I would be on my way to retirement financial security.
Since perception is the greater part of reality, what this 61-year-old sees when she takes a peek depends on the day.
The idea that we could get two, first-run flicks for 50 cents was an economical way for our parents to get rid of us for an afternoon, not to mention allowing us kids to escape into a fantasy-filled experience of faraway places.
When I was a kid, I used to say I wanted to be a fashion designer when I grew up. When I entered college, I thought about becoming a lawyer. Instead, I capitalized on a natural ability to write.