Sunday, January 08, 2006

Okay, so I'm not a ballerina . . .

I've hit 40 and already it's time to start dating Ben Gay. My recent horse incident has hurt my back more than I have been willing to admit. Apparently, I'm on some sort of program where I get to know various body parts individually and intimately via numerous accidents and acts of buffoonery.

Once we hit 25 or so, the body begins breaking down, some days more than others. I am starting to feel my physical limitations and that can only be good news for the whiskey industry.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm old and broken. Trust me, it's no picnic.

-fang

trillwing said...

So sorry to hear you're still hurting. Damn that horse. . .