Happy Friday! I gave into the nice weather this week and, ignoring my age, went to a softball practice. My mind thinks that I am still young while my body thinks my mind is crazy. So, I thought I would share how old I am feeling now.
I am so old I remember when emojis were called “hieroglyphics.”
I am so old that I remember when the Dead Sea was only sick.
I am so old that I have started lying about my children’s ages.
I’ve reached that age where looking in the mirror is like watching the news. I know there’ll be some new developments I won’t like.
I’m aging like a fine banana.
I am so old that my blood type has expired.
I am so old I rewind movies on Hulu before I log out.
I am so old that I remember when “Old Spice” was just “Spice.”
I am so old that I knew Burger King when he was just a prince.
I am so old that I knew Cap’n Crunch when he was still a private.
I am so old that I knew Mr. Clean when he still had hair.
I am so old that I when I was a kid we dipped our fries in Heinz #4.
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“We could certainly slow the aging process down if it had to work its way through Congress.” ~ Will Rogers