Sunday, September 6, 2009

Observations on Growing Older

This was e-mailed to me by an 'older' friend. I'm not experiencing any of these things personally... no really, I'm not!

~Your kids are becoming you...and you don't like them!...but your grandchildren are perfect!

~Going out is good. Coming home is better!

~When people say you look "Great"...they add "for your age"!

~When you needed the discount you paid full price. Now you get discounts on everything...movies...hotels...flights. ~You forget names...but it's OK because other people forgot they even knew you.

~The five pounds you wanted to lose is now 15 and you have a better chance of losing your keys than the 15 pounds.

~You realize you're never going to be really good at anything...especially golf.

~Your husband is counting on you to remember things you don't remember.

~The things you cared to do, you don't care to do, but you care that you don't care to do them anymore.

~Your husband sleeps better on a lounge chair with the TV blaring then he does in bed. It's called his "pre-sleep"

~Remember when your mother said "Wear clean underwear in case you GET in an accident"? Now you bring clean underwear in case you HAVE an accident!

~You used to say, "I hope my kids GET married...Now, " I hope they STAY married!"

~You miss the days when everything worked with just an "ON" and "OFF" switch.

~When GOOGLE.ipod.email.modem ..were unheard of and a mouse was something that made you climb on a table.

~You use more 4 letter words..."what?"..."when?"

~Now that you can afford expensive jewelry, it's not safe to wear it anywhere.

~Your husband has a night out with the guys but he's home by 9:00 P.M...next week it will be 8:30 P.M.

~You read 100 pages into a book before you realize you've read it.

~Notice everything they sell in stores is "sleeveless"?

~What used to be freckles are now liver spots.

~Everybody whispers.

~Now that your husband has retired...you'd give anything if he'd find a job!

~You have 3 sizes of clothes in your closet....2 of which you will never wear.

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