The other day somebody called me a “grumpy old man.” (And no, this wasn’t the first time I’ve heard that. Not by a longshot.) I think it was supposed to be a pejorative, but I found both concepts – being “grumpy” and being “old” exhilarating.
To me, it meant that I’m self-aware enough to refuse to take any crap and that I have enough years on me to have actually grown up a bit.
My joy was complete when I discovered this image:
I’m thinking of making it my new personal avatar:

Whatcha think?
If you get that avatar to twerk, you might have a meme on your hands.
It’s every writer’s dream.
No, it isn’t. I aspire to being a grumpy old WOMAN, thank you 🙂 🙂
Love the avatar. It’s perfect for you.