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Do not challenge me to a battle of wits & come to fight unarmed.

Are you really that stupid? ~ Bless your heart

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Do not challenge me to a battle of wits & come to fight unarmed.

Are you really that stupid? ~ Bless your heart

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I admit that I just set down this big barrel of refresher {{{HUGS}}} and that they are for -everyone- to share.
I admit that I too recently recolored My hair, because I saw the first few strands of silver peeking through My roots. I admit that I have no intention of growing old gracefully, and intend to live up to the "When I am old, I shall wear purple" poem (see below). 
I admit that My kitteh that was sick is doing much better and is probably going to make it. I admit that 36 hours ago, I did not think this.
I admit that I have watching a bunch of really COZmic films lately; things about the Big Bang, the building blocks of matter and of life, and also things like the Da Vinci Code and stuff about the Shroud of Turin. I admit that My brain hurts from all the information I have stuffed into it lately, but that somehow, none of it conflicts with anything I already thought I knew.
Like, whoa..
I admit I may be having a major epiphany.

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me,
And I shall spend my pension
on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals,
and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired,
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells,
And run my stick along the public railings,
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens,
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat,
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go,
Or only bread and pickle for a week,
And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats
and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry,
And pay our rent and not swear in the street,
And set a good example for the children.
We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me
are not too shocked and surprised,
When suddenly I am old
and start to wear purple!

Jenny Joseph

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