Growing old gracefully is easier said than done. The old adage of using it or losing it is indeed true. Therefore, I must find a way to gainfully employ the use of my brain to keep my synapes fired up. Hence, my blog.
No, that is not my bra size. I meant it to refer to Feeble Foibles & Follies. In an effort not to dwell on my own Mind Slipping Occurrences (MSO's), I suggest that you, gentle reader, share some of your own under the comment section. My sister had the audacity to tell me that my filling Buster's seed cup with coffee was far worse than her trying to turn the TV on with her car's remote key ring. So please, try to appease me by sharing some of your own MSO's. You know what they say, "Confession is good for the soul." So fess up!