Evidently I can expect to live about as long as my dad's dad: to 86.
Plus three days, I could celebrate Smokey Bear's 100th birthday.
Plus nine months two days, I could wax ineloquent on the 100th anniversary of V-E Day.
My plan though is to get to and beyond the Big C, if stairs and loose steering don't get me first.
I've an ancestor who was 100 when he voted for William Henry Harrison so, who knows.
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I'll be just fine with 75, thanks. Or sooner, as applicable.
Stairs will keep you alive, Old Boy.
I got 92, which is ridiculous, so I went back and put an incidence of obesity cuz my mom was, though I don't see how it matters ... and then I got 90.
That's what Grandmother said when she got there. Without the "fuckin'" part.
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