Happy Friday!  Another week has come and gone and has me feeling older than I did last week.

Enjoy!

I am getting so old that I have started lying about my children’s ages.

I am so old I can remember when emojis were called hieroglyphics.

I am so old that my back goes out more than I do.

I would like to say that I am ageing like fine wine but in my case, it’s more like a fine banana.

Is it a sign that I am getting old that I have started buying giant print alphabet soup?

I try not to let my age get me down, at my age it is too hard to get back up again.

At my age, looking in the mirror is like watching the news. I know there will be some new developments I would rather not see.

Call me vain, but I would rather pay full price than admit I am a senior citizen.

I was explaining to someone recently that “50 is the new 30″. But the policeman still gave me a speeding ticket.

I have discovered the secret to having a smoking hot body at my age.  It is called cremation.

THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK

“How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?”~ Satchel Paige