· If a mustache on a woman is a joy of aging I guess the fact that my age and my hips being the same number should make me exuberant!
· The joy of aging defines an ‘afternoon delight’ as a nap.
· The joy of aging keeps me from driving after dark, or on the freeway, or with my left blinker being on.
· It’s a good thing I am a natural blonde or the joy of my aging would make me look like the missing link.
· With the joy of aging ‘doing it '3 times last night’ now refers to peeing.
· With the joy of aging you do not have to count sheep to fall asleep… you can count the Presidents that have been elected in your lifetime.
· The joy of aging is discovering you can’t dye the gray hair ‘there’ because it burns!
· The joy of aging means understanding the value of titanium.
· The joy of being happy when you get older requires only a minor adjustment to your medication.
· You actually start looking like the Troll dolls you used to collect.
· The joy of aging can keep you busy for hours trying to figure out the meaning of the abbreviations the youngsters use in their Facebook posts.
· With the joy of aging I can read a best selling novel four of five times a year because I cannot remember how it ends… or that I ever read it.
· The joy of aging is first believing in Santa Claus and then having his figure...and maybe a few of his chin hairs.
· The joy of aging makes looking for your car in the Wal-Mart parking lot the old folk's version of Looking for Waldo....Looking For Volvo.
· With the joy of aging you get to remember when your belly button was not in the middle of your cleavage.
· The ‘Golden Years’ is a crock. It’s more like the ‘Stiff, Leaky and Smells Funny Years’.
· To me, my joy of aging is not just saying what the hell I want and getting away with it. It is not remembering that I said it and getting to say it again.
· To me, my joy of aging is not just saying what the hell I want and getting away with it. It is not remembering that I said it and getting to say it again.
