Today was a big grocery shopping day as we have a barbecue birthday lunch to prepare at our house tomorrow, for three dozen friends, to celebrate Hubby's 3/4 Century mark.
The butcher who prepared a very large piece of beef asked what the special occasion was. "Hubby is turning 75" I answered. The gallant and friendly young man exclaimed to me "Oh! You don't look seventy-five at all". I thanked him and have spent the rest of the day hoping he or I misheard the other in some way.
That's because I'm almost two and a half decades away from my 3/4 Century party.
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