I think I just made that name up, but it feels kind of appropriate. I can't think of anyone that has been silver longer than Kenny Rogers, and it has always looked appropriate. My wife, giving the female opinion, has always said it would be okay if I came out looking like Kenny Rogers, but it would have to be pre-surgery Kenny, not post surgery Kenny/Joan Rivers hybrid.
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Whatever the plastic surgeon did to his face, they didn't effect his abilty to tell a story, and teach a lesson. On the way into work today, I heard one of his more recent songs, and I took it as a sign of something I had to do on the way home from work.
It's good advise. I tell my wife every day that I love her...several times. It doesn't always have the same impact as stopping at the store and picking up a bouquet of flowers...and they don't need to be roses. My wife says she likes carnations, which works good for me, because they are cheaper, and actually last quite a while.
Too bad Dolly Parton didn't write a companion song about back rubs...
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