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.