The Ole Red A**

When I began these blogs, I committed to myself that I would keep them positive. Nothing against anyone who wants to do otherwise with their blogs, just something I wanted to try to do.

Well today, I have a red a**. I'm not going to tell you about why I have a r*d a*s. I will not mention the po*itic*ans, pr**sts, dr*vers, rel*t*ves, newspa*er c*lum*sts and for*ign *ountries that led to this situation, rather I'd just like to comment on red a**idity itself.

I'm pretty sure that it's a function of getting older. I can  tell I am less patient with th*ngs nowadays. In addition, I have noticed that my as* will begin to blush at a much lower threshold. Just the phrase "in Congr*ss today..." is enough to give me a glow -- I don't even have to hear the rest of the sentence.

I am open to the possibility that my condition is the result of the soap I use or maybe a fo*d allergy. Whatever, eh? Red is red.

The beauty of my situation is that now that I am retired, When the old a** gets to glowing, I can close and lock the front door, grab a book and a cup of coffee, and hole up in the bedroom, or better yet, I can go find Sand and just spend the rest of the day talking about the birds in the backyard.

There. I'm already just a gentle shade of pink now. The old *** just can't stay red like it used to in the good old days, and that's good news.