I think more about running away now than when I was a kid. But by the time I put my teeth in, my glasses on and find my keys, I forget why I’m going.
If my body were a car, I’d trade it in on a newer model. Every time I cough, sneeze or sputter, my radiator leaks and my exhaust backfires.
I’m almost to the age where I need to see an archaeologist instead of a doctor.
I remember when shake, rattle and roll meant something different from just getting out of bed.
Growing old happens … growing up is optional.
I don’t know how to act my age … I’ve never been this age before.
Getting older is like b...
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