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Got this from one of my older brothers.

Ed

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I'm so carded, for.....long term care, eye care, private care, dental care, hospital care....

I'm not grouchy, I just don't like traffic, waiting, crowds, politicians, to name a few....

I'm sure everything I can't find is in a secure place, just where I left it, just have to remember what I lost now.

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

I'm having trouble remembering simple. Words like_ _ _ _ _ _ _

I'm realizing 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 your only as as you feel, how could I be alive at 150?

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 I'm having the time of my life!

Now if I could only remember who sent this to me, I could send it to many more!

Have i already posted this for you ????????

I do definitely relate.

Hey, age is but a number and a state of mind.
I've never been good at math and, where is that state?

In a similar spirit, here's one of my favorite aging jokes:

Two senior couples are walking along, wives in front, husbands in back. Herb says to Sam: "Gee, we went to a new restaurant last night and had the best meal ever. Good prices too."
Sam says, "Well, we like to eat out too. What was the name of the restaurant?"
Herb says: "You'll going to have to help me out here a little. What's the name of that pretty flower, smells sweet, grows on a thorny bush?"
Sam says, "How about rose?"
"That's it!" cries Herb, then calls ahead to his wife.
"Hey, Rose. What was the name of the restaurant we ate at last night?"

algale, you had my wife weeping with laughter on the couch LOL

In the same vein.....

A foursome of golfers, all in their 40's, discussed where
they should meet for lunch. Finally it was agreed that they would meet at Hooters
because the waitresses were young, good looking, had big breasts, and
wore short-shorts.

Ten years later, at age 50, the golfing buddies once again
discussed where they should meet for lunch. Finally it was agreed that they would
meet at Hooters because the food and service was good, they had many
televisions to watch the games on, and the beer selection was excellent.

Ten years later, at age 60, the foursome again discussed where
they should meet for lunch. Finally it was agreed that they would meet at
Hooters because there was plenty of parking, they could dine in peace, and it was
good value for the money.

Ten years later, at age 70, they discussed where they should
meet for lunch. Finally it was agreed that they would meet at Hooters because the
restaurant was wheelchair accessible, and had a toilet for the disabled.

Ten years later, at age 80, the friends discussed where they
should meet for lunch. Finally it was agreed that they would meet at Hooters
because they had never been there before.

Thank God we can laugh at these 'infirmities'.

Good thing to have lost the key to the storeroom - way too much in there anyway. Some of it is best left forgotten.