Random thoughts from an aggresssively retired thoughtful impish independent conservative libertarian curmudgeon.
Do clouds ever look down on us and think ‘that one is shaped like an idiot’?
90% of a relationship is figuring out where to go to eat.
Dear naps, I’m sorry I was such a jerk to you as a kid.
I wonder what my dog named me.
Don’t you wish more people were fluent in silence?
Well over aged 60 (well, OK, a lot more than that...) father of one outstanding young woman, unworthy husband of the most patient and talented woman in the world, retired small business owner, lover of all the wrong foods, political junkie and resident of NH. A conservative with a libertarian streak, and a thoughtful, impish, dedicated curmudgeon. View more posts
Aggressive Retirement