To all of my family. Listen up. I have bad news. I'm the youngest. the youngest out of all of you. For a long time that was a bad thing, now not so bad. Time is a poor judge of character for I have fallen short on my goals of financial achivement and surpassed my goals of living achivement. But alas I can not remain young just the youngest. I found my first grey hair. I never get sick, take pain medication and rarely complain of pain. The other day I had chest pain so bad I almost went to the hospital and I don't have health insurance. I know, I know, when you were my age you could bench press small cars and work endlessly, sure. For now lets settle with this. I may never act my age, I may not be getting younger. But your old and I'm not yet. Damn, two grey hairs and crows feet. I may be tempting my own fate by writing this. I used to try to talk mom into buying name brand cereal so I could save upc's and send in for prizes. Now I bought two bottles of Minute Maid Orange Juice with antioxidants to send in for the heart rate monitor...and I like the Toyota yuris. Oh, and you were not right about half of the stuff you said. If you think I wrote this to someone else your wrong. If your offended, I'm right. If your not offended, your ignorant. as I have been offended by you, which is hard to do. In the end their is only one small deviation from me to you and I love you very much, even though we don't agree on everything, I will try to listen. I have a new safe word. If I'm talking and I can't shut up, just say pippy longstalkings, it's a polite way I have developed to allow other people to explain themselfs before I correct them with my wrong observations. Remember. Pippy Longstalkings. It's my polite shutha. love you. it is now safe to call.