The more digits are added to the number of years I've been on this planet, the more questions I have. The question I have at this precise moment is:
Should I reveal the exact number my day of birth signifies? If I do reveal this secret I have closely guarded, will I get the tilt of the head, the indulgent expression reserved for babies, kittens and the very old, accompanied by exclamations of "Awww!" "Amazing!" "Well done!" and so on?
Because that possibility looms on the horizon, here is an advance warning.
4 comments:
I can't wait!
Finally, the most important question in the universe may be answered. Agog I am with great expectations.
What a youth culture we have become when someone as obviously lively as yourself considers that gasps will come at your revelation. As someone now seventy, who lived much of my early years in Greece with great aunts and great great aunts who talked with animation about current affairs just as much as of the 19th century (they probably didn't have much sex, though), my response might be 'Is that all?'
Curiosity has me agog too.
Bruce, wait and see.
Tom, likewise.
Olga, thanks for coming by here! We are what we are, age numbers don't count.
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