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I had two beers this afternoon and I was like, These are awful! They were 3.2% alchohol. No wonder. I bought them at the grocery store. Never again. Elizabeth is just smashed up next to me on the couch. I'm about to go to sleep sitting here. Today I nearly finished the copper and stainless steel birdbath. It's not too hard being 54, but it's also really hard. I don't know who the wrinkled lady is. I used to whistle a lot, less now but still some, since my whistler's also wrinkling and therefore less effective. I decided that if I hadn't whistled so much, I'd have less wrinkles.. You really have to purse your lips to whistle and that's where the wrinkles are especially congregating. When I see my sweetie's face close up, I want to count his wrinkles, the ones around his eyes, they are so nice. There's the difference. It's all about perspective.