Okay, let's just get over it.
It's my birthday.
When people say "Happy Birthday" . . . I think . . . they're thinkin' of someone way younger than me.
But, wothehell, let's get on with it.
Okay, let's get to the crux of it.
When people ask me how the (....) old are you, anyway, Old Taylor, . . I go into the Pirate Mode.
And there it is.
Another turning point.
From now on you can refer to me as an octogenarian and I won't even ask you to spell it.
And since it's Friday, allow me to wish you a quiet, peaceful, gentle weekend.
But what else could you have if you're, like me, in quarantine!
And always remember to keep laughing.
Here, kitty-kitty . . .
And always remember to keep laughing.
Here, kitty-kitty . . .
