I’ve made it to 60. I figger anything that hasn’t killed me yet isn’t going to kill me. I was not a heavy egg eater but since I moved to a place where they have hens on the premises (my landlord calls them “the ladies”), I eat two fried eggs every other day. Haven’t keeled over yet.
“I’ve made it to 60. I figger anything that hasn’t killed me yet isn’t going to kill me.”
I made it to 75. I figure the only thing that can kill me is the woman I am currently dating. Could be worse!