Getting Old


Please note that the following short ‘spoof’ was not written by me.

But since it is ‘somewhat?’ appropriate to where I now find myself in this arena we call life, I am passing along to you. (Just for fun, of course! 😉


I have everything I wanted as a teenager. Seventy years later, that is!

I don’t have to go to school or work. I get an allowance every month. I have my own pad. (Plus an iPad!)

I don’t have a curfew.

I have a driver’s licence and my own car.

The people I hang around with are not scared of getting pregnant. I don’t have acne. Best of all, I don’t have to color my hair anymore!

Alas, I didn’t make it to the gym today. That makes five years in a row!

Accordingly, I decided to to rename my bathroom ‘Jim’ instead of ‘John.’ I feel so much better saying that I went to the Jim today.

The downside is, old age is coming at a really bad time.

Oh well, getting old has one advantage.

It sure wakes you up fast in the morning when you look in the mirror!!!