She relaxed into the Adirondack chair, coffee in hand. The morning air was light and crisp. Small boats sparkled like jewels in the morning light as they headed for the Gulf. Bobbi was happy. It was her 65th birthday.
Just then a neighbor on her morning stroll walked by. "That's a nice outfit, very appropriate for your age." Bobbi turned, noticing the woman's attire of knee length Bermuda shorts, a shapeless camp shirt, and requisite helmet hair cut. "Why thank you so much!" Bobbi replied. Then, Bobbi got up, went inside, and changed. She was too glam to give a damn about age.
- The Life and Times of Bobbi Sue, Southern Belle Bound for Hell.
