Too Much!

One time she was giving me advice about dancing after I told her about a wild party I went to. She recommended I take it easy and recounted a story about some crazy new dance steps, in her case, the Charleston, and all the trouble that dance got her into one night in 1927. I like to hear someone talk about 1927. She calls FDR, "Mr. Roosevelt" and thinks everyone is getting into too much of a panic these days. We all need to relax. I need to see her. I did the math and realized, FDR was her president from when she was 25 years old until she was 37 ... a long part of anyone's life, but not all that long when you consider she's lived 100 years. Will I still be blogging here at 100?! I hope so. But I sure hope I won't have to type this by then.
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