Editor’s note: unfortunately I am at the age where dealing with the process of getting older occupies too much of my time.  I can’t help it.  Which means I can definitely relate to what is below:

I changed my car horn to gunshot sounds. People get out of the way much faster now.

I didn’t make it to the gym today.  That makes five years in a row.

I decided to stop calling the bathroom the “John” and renamed it the “Jim”. I feel so much better saying I went to the Jim this morning.

Old age is coming at a really bad time.

When I was a child I thought “Nap Time” was a punishment.  Now, as a grownup, it feels like a small vacation.

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

I don’t have gray hair; I have “wisdom highlights”!  I seem to get wiser every day.

If God wanted me to touch my toes, He would’ve put them on my knees.

Last year I joined a support group for procrastinators.  We haven’t met yet.

Why do I have to press one for English when you’re just going to transfer me to someone I can’t understand anyway?

Of course I talk to myself.  Sometimes I need expert advice.

At my age “Getting lucky” means walking into a room and remembering what I came in there for.

Actually I’m not complaining because I am a Seenager. (Senior teenager)  I have everything that I wanted as a teenager, only 60 years later.  I don’t have to go to school or work.  I get an allowance every month  I have my own pad. I don’t have a curfew.  I have a driver’s license and my own car. The people I hang around with are not scared of getting pregnant.  And I don’t have acne.
Life is great.