I don’t know if you’re talking to me or the Mooch....but I knew of hormone replacement therapy and chose not to do it...and as long as there is a nail bar in my neighborhood, she takes care of my beard and moustache monthly......;) It’s hell to get old but no use like you said bytching about it......at least I still have my charm and wit....;)
Talkin’ to Big Mike, not you.
Yep. Gettin’ old ain’t for sissies. If I have to spend the last third of life as an old lady, I figure that at some point, I’ll stop caring. Or maybe I’ll forget it’s happening entirely. ;)