A Little Bit Of Fun Is Good For The Soul

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​This old gal…

Ran an errand…if you can call picking up hot wings an errand…this husband of hers stayed behind…resting…seems like nothing…a jaunt down the road…but with retirement…comes lots of togetherness…this old gal…rarely going anywhere…without that Mr. of hers…so driving around town…alone…felt kind of exhilarating…something about it tickling this old gal’s funny bone…awakening rebel driver me…to certain possibilities…

Turn on the tunes…crank the air…drive exactly 30 in the 30 speed zone…not 25…not 28…30 on the dot…hit the break a little later than normal…turn that signal on 20 feet before the turn rather than 50…take that curve at 25 rather than the…suggested…15…you know the windows rolled down…radio up kind of thing…old gal hair…blowing in the breeze…

Mr. Spider-Man Hug Buddy…assuming the role of co-pilot…giving the old stink eye…at the tom foolery of rebel me…but all is well…wings safely retrieved…no laws broken…no damage done…and you know what they say…

What happens on a hot wing run…stays on the hot wing run…

And Spider-Man Hug Buddy…agrees…