WOULD’A COULD’A’s

Dear Hons,

Some days are designed for ruminating. Today was such a day. It seems everywhere I put my foot down to walk, there was a road hazard to trip me ass over tea kettle! And this got me into the rumination nation.

What would you all do if you were to wake up ten-years-old again, knowing all you know today? Well, duh, you and I would make all kinds of different choices.

Here are some of mine:

Go to the other junior high school, with the better drama department;
Forget about boys until the age of 27;
Pass on 107 of the 134 beaus;
Eat far far fewer french fries;
Wear better fitting shoes.

What are yours?

Wouldn’t it be swell if those of us who have regrets had no regrets to be regretful about? To be completely Buddhist and just live in this moment….NO! THIS ONE….NO THIS ONE!!!….Oh, you get the idea. *insert “live for today” platitudes here*

Perhaps it’s true that as long as we are here, now, then there is still hope for improvement. Certainly opportunity to save for a nip and tuck where needed! At least that’s what Fenwick tells me. That and “The grass is brown on both sides of the fence, luv.” And there’s always “American Idol” or “America’s Got Talent” or, if you’re not American, your country’s version. Personally, I’d love to see “Big Brother” with a bunch of people over 60. Now THAT’D be a blood bath!!

Well, hons, I’m quite full from ruminating. Till next time.

Keep your powder dry and don’t walk by any open windows, hons.

IB Crabby

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