Funny Business: Aging Gracefully
I don’t have grey hair. I have wisdom highlights.
My back goes out more than I do.
I’m at the age where my mind still thinks I’m 25, my humour thinks I’m 12, and my body thinks I’m dead.
I’ve reached the age where my idea of a wild Friday night is a new puzzle and matching socks.
Getting old is when you bend down to tie your shoes and look around to see what else you can do while you’re down there.
“I don’t trust people who say they don’t need coffee in the morning. What are you running on? Sunshine?