My wife made a dynamite chili tonite. She uses ground turkey because it's healthier and we always have a salad. I slathered both helpings of the bean laden chili covered pasta with sour cream and put enough grated Parmesan on to make a crust. I could hardly move when I finished.
Suzy asked me if I'd like a bran muffin for desert. She commented that the label on the package said "Zero Trans Fat", but almost choked when she realized that there was some other kind of fat listed in the ingredients. She would have to 'Google' to find out if this other fat was healthy or not.
I'm pushing 70. I don't have to save for retirement or my kids education. I don't need to have my teeth last for 50 years. The shingles on my house are going to outlast me. I don't need to have a long range plan. Life is absolutely great and the last thing I'm worried about is whether that bran muffin is good for me. What I'm worried about is taste, and is there another cold beer?
Life is so much simpler when you get old.
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