How come whenever the counter of my lifespan is about to tickover yet another digit my knees decide to crumble sympathetically? Currently I am attempting to coach 15 highly energetic 13 year old girls who wonder as to why my knees sound like a bowl of Rice Krispies when I squat down. It's not right, I should not have to explain the ravages of old
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:) happy birthday, darlin', to you & ALL of your entendres!
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