I turn the big double-4 on Monday. How did that happen? I must have been napping. It's not terribly bad, though. It's just somewhat bad. 4 isn't an odd number or anything. It's the number of leaves on a lucky clover, after all. Plus, there's Vick's FORmula 44D. How would we clear our sinuses without that stuff? (I know, there are tons of other remedies, but let's not be distracted by those right now.) Wondrous of all, there are the 3-plus-one stooges. Thus, I have every reason to embrace them. Not, not the 3-stooges, though Curly was kinda cute. He's dead though. (Buried, you know.) The moral here is that I should embrace the double 4 thing.
Sometimes a person's just not in the mood for embracement.
Here's a cynical Robynism for ya: Age is but the hate of time.
Then again, I see that I'm coming upon 4x50 followers, at which point I will have the good FORtune of doing a Rawkn Robyn Happy Dance FOR a minute or 4. I promise not to vlog about it, FOR your sake and all.
40+ Chocolate kisses FOR a happy Friday and weekend!