Words to live by

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming, “WOO-HOO, what a ride!”

Even though this arrived in the form of a forwarded e-mail *sigh*…it did come from my mother, one of two people I like to have forward me stuff. So it’s ok…and besides, she knew I’d like it, so that’s why she forwarded it in the first place. So there. Pppttthhhbbbst