Last night I went to a fun gathering on my block.  One of my neighbors, Debbie, proudly showed me her painted toenails.  They were painted with alternating colors of neon orange and green.  "Aren't they fun?" she exclaimed!  And, of course, they were.

Before I could ask her the names of her toenail colors, she started to tell me about an exercise track in a city park that she uses several times a week.  "Oh, and the best part were the guys from the Police Academy." she continued.  "They were out there exercising the other day with their shirts off.  Talk about some ripped abs.  They were hot!  I tell you, the older I get, the hotter they are!"

Lest you think Debbie is old, she isn't.  She's 54.  Fifty-four years old, wearing neon orange and green polish on her toes watching young men crunch their beautiful abs, and loving every minute of it.  A woman after my own heart.

I was so absorbed in my own mental image of the cadets that I totally forgot to ask her about the name of her nail polish.  But, no matter.  I conjured up two nail color names worthy of such a woman and an experience:  All Lit Up and Ready to Glow!

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