Aging Art
You have probably heard the expression 'aging with grace' before. Some people know exactly how to do that and have turned it in to a true form of art. Well, I am not one of them. Grin.
Old age kind of snug up on me and I suddenly realized I was no spring chicken anymore when I got mail from the AARP to join. I deliberately ignored that making myself believe they sent it to the wrong person.
After reading this list I am convinced and royally admit that I have aged quite a bit. Before you read it I will warn you: you may be in for a shock! :-)
You know when you are getting older when:
- 6.00 AM is when you get up, not when you go to bed.
- You hear your favorite song in an elevator.
- You watch the weather channel.
- You go from 130 days vacation time to 14 or less.
- Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as 'dressed up'.
- You are the one calling the police because the kids next door won't turn down the stereo.
- You have more food in your fridge then soda or beer.
- You don't know what time fast food restaurants close anymore.
Okay, I can not get around these signs of aging anymore. Nor the ones reflecting in the mirror. Grin.
Old age kind of snug up on me and I suddenly realized I was no spring chicken anymore when I got mail from the AARP to join. I deliberately ignored that making myself believe they sent it to the wrong person.
After reading this list I am convinced and royally admit that I have aged quite a bit. Before you read it I will warn you: you may be in for a shock! :-)
You know when you are getting older when:
- 6.00 AM is when you get up, not when you go to bed.
- You hear your favorite song in an elevator.
- You watch the weather channel.
- You go from 130 days vacation time to 14 or less.
- Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as 'dressed up'.
- You are the one calling the police because the kids next door won't turn down the stereo.
- You have more food in your fridge then soda or beer.
- You don't know what time fast food restaurants close anymore.
Okay, I can not get around these signs of aging anymore. Nor the ones reflecting in the mirror. Grin.
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