It is just disgusting how some people never get around to writing on their blogs. I have so much to say and yet somehow, as my children remind me, I never seem to write any of it down. Why? Why? WHY?

Well, it’s because I am working on my new novel…and I’m now teaching two writing workshops (both of which are a lot of fun, but take up a lot of my brain power)…and blah blah blah….I’m also sneezing a lot, which is my body’s way of celebrating springtime. And then there is the ever-fascinating election to follow the nuances of.

But just because I do think of you out there in the Land of Real Life, I am always on the alert for things you might enjoy, my precious darlings. I recently got sent this in the email, and it made me laugh out loud!

 

Next Life by Woody Allen
In my next life I want to live my life backwards.
You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people’s home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too
healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day. You work for 40 years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. You party, drink
alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school. You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play. You have no
responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born. And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa-like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and
then.. Voila! You finish off as an orgasm!
I rest my case.