If Einstein needed Botox to get a job, the Allies might have lost WW2, My Favorite Martian wouldn’t have been in prime time, and Dick Tracy would have been talking into his necktie instead of his wristwatch.
Age
The Thickening
Fairies broke into my bedroom while I was sleeping and inflated my waistline. That’s the only explanation I can think of for the thickening around my middle.
The Elderwood
Leave your social isolation at the door and start up a random conversation. I plan to post an amusing three-minute read once a week. Your comments are welcome.