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(Which they were not)

…then what are my forties going to be?

Sordid forties? Sorta forties?

Where I’m well into middle age but still have my childlike wonder. That’s a fire that can’t be stamped out.

Sorted forties?

Where my books are cataloged and I know where my ingredients are?

I do not thrive in that kind of order. I like disarray. Not dat-array.

I know I’ll be tired

So…

My Sorta Sordid Forties??

Still ratchet. Still chaotically sweet. Still wholesomely unhinged. But now with more naps. Better snacks. More nonsense.