Thank God for silver foxes.
The world needs more sweet little old ladies who drive silver sports cars.
Sharp as tacks pushing centurion who do lunch at their less mobile friends homes.
Thank you Lord for giving them the timing to do their outings while young children and pedestrians are in school.
Great Grannies smart enough to buy wheels with all the necessary deployable air bags.
Wise sun spotted beauties who are nimble enough to maneuver around snow plows.
Blessed be genuine who are able to scan the horizon for road signs, but miss seeing my stand still jeep.
Wizen angles who make it possible for me to have insurance pay for my back rubs and new neck adornment.
Sweeties named Pearl who are too tough to let there paramedic examine her, and worry about my well being.
Heaven sent ladies who will never drive again and keep the more venerable safe.
Nursing home refugees who will make the salesman of my next, even bigger SUV, fall on their knees.
Thank you, for perfect timing.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
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3 comments:
...oh dear, I hope you are alright! Perhaps your next set of wheels should be an arored personnel carrier?
I love little old ladies, but not when they're driving. May all your physical therapy feel fabulous.
Old folks on wheels? Scary, very scary – the only thing worse was me in the old days comin’ home one eyed around the corner after that right warmth of narcotics hit the system at 60 miles an hour and it’s a wonder I never ran into your jeep. Hmmmm, maybe woulda backed up and hit it again, just to be sure, ya know what I mean?
Neck braces at twenty paces?
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