Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me! My theory on aging is that I want people to know ‘why’ I look this way. I’ve traveled a long way and many of the roads weren’t paved.
First you forget names, then you forget faces. Then you forget to pull up your zipper.
Being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.
When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to your youth, remember Algebra.
One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is better than being young.
You know you are getting old when everything either dries up or leaks.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming “WOO HOO what a ride!”