Growing up I had a dear friend... we'll call him "Brian" - 'cause that's his name. Brian and I were not romantically linked in any way shape or form - really. It IS possible. (I have to include this for ManOfTheHouse's comfort... and just in case Brian or any of his relatives happen by... could happen)
Brian and I talked pretty much daily. about what? yeah - probably a whole lot of nothing... he called once to find out how to start his own laundry because his mother wasn't home. Yeah, he was a bit of a chauvenist pig. Maybe that's what I liked about him the most?
The NUMBER ONE piece of Brian advice I remember from all those conversations - as he repeatedly expounded to his mother when she came down to limit the volume on his radio... "If it's too loud - you're too old"
Last night ManOfTheHouse took me to a Styx concert - and it's official - I'm too old.
Or maybe Styx just Stynx?
Psalms 30:4-5 -- On Singing for Joy
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