Mid-life gear-shift right-chear. After years of vaguely feminine hair and clothes, I'm headed toward soft-butchville.
I'm going through a men's watch phase, wearing men's "distressed" bootcut jeans, and ordering tri-fold wallets to go in the back pocket of said jeans. I even eyeballed a billfold with a trouser chain but didn't buy; that is a bridge too far.
Next? I maybe want a pet turtle. (In my growing-up days, turtles were something my stepfather occasionally caught on trotlines at the lake. Yes, I have eaten turtle. Yes, it tastes like chicken. Meh.)
Now? I will consult with resident kitteh Squeak about a reptile in the residence.
Meanwhile, here is an LOLturtle.
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