My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now and we don't know where the hell she is.
Nothing says holidays like a cheese log.
The last person they expected to connect with a screenplay was the comedic...
I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until perhaps she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself and with the world.
