I am getting older. But I’ve heard having birthdays beats the alternative. I know many grif.net readers might not realize I turn 69 today. And how could you guess it when I look so young? (My pictures at the Post Office make me look 20 pounds heavier.)
Here are some random thoughts on my birthday:
**When I was a child my family was so poor that the only thing I got on my birthday was a year older
**I think my skin is starting to show its age, but I can't tell because of all the wrinkles.
**I found that I am in the seventh of the ages of man: spills, drills, thrills, bills, ills, pills and wills
**Age is a relative term. All my relatives keep reminding me how old I am
**I thought I might start feeling like I’m “old”, but then I remembered I was old 7 years ago when I started Social Security.
**I now save all my important reading for the bathroom.
**It’s not the cop, it’s the doctor who’s telling me to slow down.
**I’ve added new words to my vocabulary. Like, “little shaver,” “teenybopper,” “whippersnapper,” “wet behind the ears,” and “snot-nosed punk.”
**Other people say I look great, but then always add, “for your age.”
**My new power lift recliner has more controls than my car.
**Turning 69 reminded me that practically a third of my life is over.
So (seriously) how old would you be if you didn’t know how old you were?
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Dr Bob Griffin
"Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!"