Tongue and cheek

There is nothing quite like a marathon drive to test my mettle!

I got up at 2:30AM and left at 2:45AM, to arrive at 5:16PM!  My legs still work.  My back is good.  My temper?

Well it is a bit fractious, but under control.  I want kudos!  I want recognition!  I want people to see I'm still young enough to pull this off and silly enough to do it!

I zipped down the highway singing along with my favorite CDs, stopping only for breakfast and gas. Not necessarily in that order.  I have to have a Hardees sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit when I do these sorts of things.

All was well until the last gas station.  I filled my tank, went inside to use the ladies' room, and returned to discover something stolen!

It was my face!  When I looked in the mirror I didn't see the long dark haired beauty I imagined was there.  Instead there was a woman who resembled my mother staring back at me, red hair and all. I didn't even try to report it.  No one believes in body snatchers anymore.

I am now stuck with this old body, but it is still wrapped around a very young heart. 

It's harder to steal that since I wear it on my sleeve.