So, what is up with this? I think I'm turning into a Wookie! Not only am I getting hairier, but there are these noises emanating from me...
Yes, I am going to go there! This aging thing is quite interesting and I intend to laugh about it. Laughing helps keep the sighing and crying down.
Alright, we remember from general science that matter exists in three forms. (Just a minute, I am going somewhere with this.) There are solids, liquids and gases. Near as I can tell, the physical body which I have occupied for well over half a century, must be converting from the first two forms to the latter one. The solids are becoming weaker. They are having difficulty containing the other two. (ugh)
My word! I know there are statistics out there about how many times per day the human body... er... has flatulence. I think, if I really wanted too, I could call Guinness and contend for the record. Now that would be a claim to fame!
I guess that is enough. I don't mean to go on and on... oh, dear! That wasn't what I meant, but it is kind of apropos. It's just that, as I have more, uh... release, I am less able to disguise it. I don't know if a marching band could disguise it!
That's what I mean when I wonder if I am becoming a Wookie. These noises are worthy of Chewbacca -- in pain! Whew!
