In my drunken stupor last night I texted one of my young ones (this one is actually still in college). He always writes or calls back immediately and with enthusiasm. He is adorable, but why do I do these things when he is a half a country away and let's face it, young?
It's because I have decided to become the cougar/puma/jaguar that Hall and Oates were singing about, let's see how that works out for me.
Happy Labor Day weekend...and happy end of summer.
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