Happy Friday! The weirdness that is 2020 just keeps on giving. It will be a year that we will remember, although for me my memory ain’t what it used to be.
You know you are starting to get old when you have been there and done that, but you can’t remember what “that” was.
You know you are starting to get old when people tell you that you are “retro.”
You know you are starting to get old when see expensive antiques and you know it is just like it that you threw away.
You know you are starting to get told when you old when you buy extra-large print-alphabet soup.
You know you starting to get are old when you stop searching for the meaning of life and focus instead on searching for your car keys
I’ve got the memory of an elephant; I remember this one time that I went to the zoo and saw an elephant.
The other night I ate part of my memory foam mattress again. I had forgotten how much better it tastes than a traditional mattress.
I was out for a walk the other night and went down a down a street where the homes were numbered 64K, 128K, 256K, 512K and 1024K, it was a trip down memory lane.
Did you hear about the mafia Don who had memory issues? He kept making people offers he couldn’t remember.
I am so old that when I was a kid rainbows were black and white.
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“You never realize what a good memory you have until you try to forget something.” ~ Franklin Jones