Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
Erm, what age is The End of Youth?Signed I-thought-I-was-approaching-The-End-Of-Youth.
I'm old enough to be your mother. Does this give me nagging rights?
No, no, no!There was a memo about this last week - Kev mandated that youth has been extended to the age of 99.Sheesh, woman, don't you read the important news items? :P
That's the Dawn French of the cat world. I wouldn't want that one trying to sleep on my head.
You're only as old as you feel ... and you feel quite young and tender to me.;0)Hugh Trevor-Groper.
60 may be the new 40 ... but 40 was a kick in the guts.Let's call the whole thing off.Not playing the birthday game anymore. My several same-age friends have all agreed this year 'not-even-a-card'.This is not happening to us.
Life BackwardsNow here's a thought...Living Life BackwardsI want to live my next life backwards.You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old age home feeling better every day. Then you get kicked out for being too healthy.Enjoy your retirement and collect your pension. Then when you start work, you get a gold watch (or huge lump sum payment) on your first day. You work 40 years until you're too young to work. You get ready for High School, drink alcohol, party, and you're generally promiscuous.Then you go to primary school, you become a kid, you play, and you have no responsibilities. Then you become a baby, and then...You spend your last 9 months floating peacefully in luxury, in spa-like conditions - central heating, room service on tap, and then..........You finish off as an orgasm."What a way to go"
Davo, that's quite an appealing idea but could we leave out the old age all together?Right Dysth, no card but big present, cake, Bombay and Tattslotto.Stand away from the blog, quietly, don't panic and Hugh Trevor may not grope us.So all those rumours about you and pussy aren't true, Fleetwood?Jayne, I watched Dame Elizabeth Murdoch the other night and she is young at 99. As long as there's not a mandatory age for going grey and giving up hair dye, natural enhancement treatment I mean.
I gave up hair dye and am happily going grey, also quite a bit older than you, I think, and I've yet to start feeling old. There are those occasional days when the bones just don't want to move and I feel like I'm 100, but they pass. It's good to hear that youth has been extended to 99, but does that mean no more old-age pensions?
What age are you talking about Jahteh???I am probably there already...
River, the grey hair is going to be last on my list of letting go.Therese, the big six O is coming up. I feel 25 damn it.
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