When Life Begins
Several people around here have turned fifty this year, including, but not limited to, Geno and Corrine.
This is in honor of them.
When Life Begins
* Maybe it's true that life begins at fifty. But everything else is starting to wear out, fall out, or spread out.
* There are three signs of old age. The first is your loss of memory. I forget the other two.
* You're getting old when you don't care where your spouse goes, just as long as you don't have to go along.
* Middle age is when work is a lot less fun -- and fun is a lot more work.
* Statistics show that at the age of seventy, there are five women to every man. Now isn't that a great time for a guy to get those kind of odds?
* You know you're getting on in years when the girls at the office start confiding in you.
* Middle age is when it takes longer to rest than to get tired.
* By the time a man is wise enough to watch his step, he's too old to go anywhere.
* Middle age is when you have stopped growing at both ends, and have begun to grow in the middle.
* A man has reached middle age when he is cautioned to slow down by his doctor instead of by the police.
* You know you're into middle age when you realize that caution is the only thing you care to exercise.
* You're getting old when you're sitting in a rocker and you can't get it started.
* You're getting old when you wake up with that morning-after feeling, and you didn't do anything the night before!
* The cardiologist's diet: if it tastes good, spit it out.
* It's hard to be nostalgic when you can't remember anything.
* When you lean over to pick something up off the floor, you ask yourself if there is anything else you need to do while you are down there.
* You find yourself in the middle of the stairway, and you can't remember if you were downstairs going up or upstairs going down.
4 Comments:
Well, you tell Geno that we have a few more of his stories coming up right now.
They were written by Sweet thru a whiskey haze!
I'm sure Bobby will be excited.
Of course, Bobby gets excited when the beer truck arrives at the store!
Sorry, Bob.
What time, and is Sweet going to be there?
Sweet is like a Visa card.
She's everywhere you want to be!
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