Hey friend,
The other day, I bent down to pick up my glasses… and my knee made a sound I can only describe as “a rusty accordion played by a squirrel.”
I froze. Not in pain—just in awe.
That pop was oddly satisfying.
It’s like my joints are trying to beatbox.
But here's the thing:
For every creak, crack, and mysterious snap, there’s a story behind it.
It’s not the sound of getting old.
It’s the soundtrack of a life well lived.
So if your body occasionally holds committee meetings without telling you—congrats.
You’ve earned every funny noise.
P.S. Coffee helps. Especially if it comes with a side of chocolate. Or a nap.
Stickin’ with ya,
Grandpa Stick
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