You know you’re getting older when you have a party and the neighbors don’t even realize it.
I was told by my doctor that I should start exercising. So I joined an aerobics class for seniors. I bent, twisted, and jumped for an hour. By the time I put on my workout clothes, the class was over.
These are not gray hairs! They are wisdom highlights! I happen to be very wise.
If my body were a car, I would trade it in a newer model… every time I cough sneeze or sputter my radiant leaks and my exhaust backfires.
Where can single men over 65 find younger women who are interested in them? In the bookstore, under “Fiction.”
Age is just a number. It’s totally irrelevant unless, of course, you happen to be a bottle of wine.
You know you’re getting old when you can’t fit all the candles on your cake.
Allow me to politely suggest this be the year you start lying about your age.
I like birthdays, but I think too many can kill you.
At least I’m not as old as I’ll be next year.
Don’t let aging get you down. It’s too hard to get up again.
The tragedy of getting old: So many candles… so little cake.