1. I expected to be dead before I went on Social Security. That was almost twenty years ago, and I keep waking up. Every. Damn. Day.
2. I thought said demise would be caused by a gunshot fired by a jealous wife. Since the last male who touched me in anything like an intimate way was a gay nurse, that fantasy becomes dimmer and dimmer. Every. Damn. Day.
3. I believed I would never live at the same address for more than a year. I was reluctantly deposited on Redneck Lane by my (insert adjective here) sister eight years ago! I've wanted to leave ever since I arrived, but my plans to escape are constantly being foiled. Every. Damn. Day.
4. I fully expected to remain irresistibly attractive to every man who laid eyes on me, regardless of the ravages of time. Now I'm lucky if I get a passing glance from the UPS guy, even if I answer the door naked. Which I do. Every. Damn. Day.
I tag Trexler Topping, Sarah A., Janna R. and David Rochester


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Every. Damn. Day.
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
As for #4, there are a lot of us in that club. At least you won't be lacking commiseration.
I guess I'd better start squirrelling away some $$ as I am rapidly closing in on Social Security age myself. If I'm lucky there might still be something left in the fund. Then again it probably won't cover my rent.
I shall have to look for the rest of these articles.