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Senior Citizen’s Walking Storeroom Of Facts

I'm the life of the party... even if it lasts until 8 p.m.

I'm very good at opening childproof caps... with a hammer.

I'm usually interested in going home before I get to where I am going.

I'm awake many hours before my body allows me to get up.

I'm smiling all the time because I can't hear a thing you're saying.

I'm very good at telling stories; over and over and over and over...

I'm aware that other people's grandchildren are not nearly as cute as mine.

I'm so cared for - long term care, eye care, private care, dental care.

I'm not really grouchy, I just don't like traffic, waiting, crowds, lawyers, loud music, unruly kids, Jenny Craig and Toyota commercials, barking dogs, politicians and a few other things I can't seem to remember right now.

I'm sure everything I can't find is in a safe secure place... somewhere.

I'm wrinkled, saggy, lumpy - and that's just my left leg.

I'm having trouble remembering simple words like....... . . . . . .

I'm beginning to realize that aging is not for wimps.

I'm sure they are making adults much younger these days, and when did they let kids become policemen?

I'm wondering, if you're only as old as you feel, how could I be alive at 150? And how can my kids be older than I feel sometimes?

I'm a walking storeroom of facts... I've just lost the key to the storeroom door.

Yes, I'm a SENIOR CITIZEN and I think.