Nan Sheppard, Anthropologist
Thirty-five is when you finally get your head together and your body starts falling apart.- Caryn Leschen -
It's no fair . . .but I have a tough time thinking the lovely Nan is falling apart:)
hahaah oh I'm so in for a rough time, neither my head or my body is holding up
No, you're not falling apart. You're settling into maturity.
***CLUNK***(Yeah. That was me. Sorry.)xo CGF
haha candy girl flies is killing me! Clunk!You're so much more together than I could hope to be! Would you like some Milo? It's comforting... especially when you're worried whether or not your head's together!
I'm about a decade past 35 and it only gets worse!!(found you thru Schmutzie)
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