Time Marches On

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​This old gal…

Was watching late night tv…went to the kitchen for a snack…and began to smell gas…sniffed here…sniffed there…opened the window…sniffed outside…started to blabber…I think I smell gas…do you smell gas…what could it be…why do I smell gas…watched another 30 minutes of late night…took the dishes to the kitchen…

The odor was stronger…sniffed the kitchen sink…sniffed the bathtub drain…sniffed outside again…sniffed…the toilet…decided it was just over smellagination…when that man of mine says wooh…I smell gas…going directly to the stove…turning the burner knob…off…

Snack getting me…apparently…magically…ignited the burner…with her belly blob…when using the microwave to melt…cheese…had to admit…felt a dull little ache…this…is when old age winks at you…this…is when Mr. Time…makes a smirk…thought processes…not processing he taunts…the obvious…not so obvious he chortles…

But Mr. Time…sneaking up that he is…has not yet won the race…for sharp as a tack me…might be dulling a bit…but she’s still bright enough to know…not…to strike…a match…

And for this…we must be thankful…very very…thankful…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…