I know. I know. I used this exact same photograph last Easter, and more than likely the Easter before that, too. But it is the only photograph in my possession that I know for sure was taken on Easter Sunday. Plus, it was taken when I was at my most charming best, as opposed to now, no longer called "the kid," even in the retirement communities of Florida. I have gone from the Dean's List to the mailing list for local mortuaries here in Denver in the blink of an eye. Of course, I am now working part-time for a national drugstore chain 3 evenings a week, and viewing some of the clientele, I can see that I am far ahead of the curve health-wise. So no more complaints. Just a bunch of whining.
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