Dusty Diary officially turns into a decrepit old biddie today.
Dusty Diary secretly enjoys being a decrepit old biddie. At last, a license to be cantankerous, costive, and curmudgeonly. At least I can still correctly spell "curmudgeonly," which not every curmudgeon can do, dangit.
Dusty Diary got a deep, dark, glass of Guinness for her birthday, which is the perfect beverage for toasting another year on this earth, and just about as much of a present as Dusty Diary deserves. Off to go take a dust bath now. Bok bok!
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