When I am old, first thing in the morning, I'll slip on a pair of high heeled shoes. Even when I'm wearing a silky night gown, just like my grandma did.
When I am old, I will enjoy a fresh cup of strong coffee with real cream and sugar. Grandma drank her coffee weak. It smelled delicious but looked more like tea rather than the rich, smooth brew I will drink.
When I am old, I want to look pretty. I will fix my hair every day, even if nobody cares. I'll change the color and style often, just to keep life interesting. I'll wear nothing but fancy clothes, even if I have no place to go.
When I'm old, I will drive a great big Cadillac. Or maybe I'll still own my little yellow car. Either way, I will drive a bright color vehicle-no silver, or gray or white for me. I remember my grandma drove a big car, like she owned the freeway.
I'm not sure about hobbies, but when I am old, I will be on a mission. I'll be part of the church ladies and stay busy. I'll blog about more important things than the weather. Grandma never had a chance to blog or use the internet. I'll bet she would have loved it.
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