Age ain't nothin but a number





When single ladies get to the age of 50, they tend to get lots of cats.

This phenomenon is known as many paws.





And as I get older, I realize:

#1 - I talk to myself, because there are times I need expert advice.

#2 - I consider “Trendy” to be the clothes that still fit.

#3 - I don’t need anger management. People need to stop pissing me off.

#4 - My people skills are just fine. My tolerance for idiots needs work.

#5 - The biggest lie I tell myself is, “I don’t need to write that down. I’ll remember it.”

#6 - I have days when my life is just a tent away from a circus.

#7 - These days, “on time” is when I get there.

#8 - Even duct tape can’t fix stupid - but it sure does muffle the sound.

#9 - Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could put ourselves in the dryer for ten minutes, then come out wrinkle-free and three sizes smaller?

#10 - Lately, I’ve noticed people my age are so much older than me

#11- And stay the F home, better to die from boredom, than from a pandemic.





I got myself a new seniors’ GPS

Not only does it tell me how to get there, it reminds me why I went there in the first place.


I have found myself in the response window to some post I’ve forgotten, but fortunately only on SM, so it isn’t too noticable yet.


Could have also gone into the Fine Arts thread