“The more ugly, older, more cantankerous, more ill and poorer I become, the more I try to make amends by making my colors more vibrant, more balanced and beaming.” ~ Vincent van Gogh
Since joining the ranks of the 50-somethings, and since I live in an area that is replete with cantankerous Snowbirds during the colder, winter months, perhaps I should dress more the part, donning shiny velour track suits, embellished with vibrant and garishly bedazzled seascape scenes.
Or I could just keep with my jeans and comfy, plain cotton tees.
Now, get off my lawn…
Thin spiral notebook 
I hate getting n older, but my husband is becoming more and more cantankerous, and it drives me crazy!
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I know what you mean. My husband is the curmudgeon poster child.
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I think you made good use of some cleverly placed adjectives that created a written buffet from which to feast.
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