I’ve read something the other day and it made me smile. I perceived no threat from the article, but “ain’t that the truth” I thought to myself as I read along. It goes back to the Crone, the woman who has been around for awhile and this is what it said.
A woman reaches a certain age where she doesn’t want anyone’s drama. She doesn’t want to fight with anyone, but if she’s forced to, you should know she won’t fight fair, she will not quit, and there are no weapons she won’t use. Best leave her alone with her coffee, liquor, and chocolate. Don’t poke the old woman. They will hurt you, BAD!
I am not here to hurt anyone. I am a lover not a fighter, yet I can be both, and sometimes we have to be. But we definitely tolerate less BS as we get older. I also let a lot more slide, the small stuff, that’s not worthy, and it’s quite incredible how much stuff has become the small stuff. But I will stand up for the big stuff, the stuff that’s important to me. The games are getting old and we simply don’t have the time for such nuisance anymore. We’ve been around the block a time or two. Ain’t that right ladies? Who relates? Especially if you mess with my chocolate 😜