You Know You’re Getting Old When . . .

Ginger and I went for dinner Sunday night with three other couples. We actually ate at one of the friend’s home. We had roast beef, mashed potatoes, green beans, scalloped corn, fresh salad, and homemade bread. We also had a pecan dessert with coffee or tea.

It was a great evening.

After dinner we talked around the table for more than two hours about our kids, grandchildren, great grandchildren, plus we now know how to solve all of man kind problems. We spent half of our time talking about our health problems, doctor’s bedside manner, and future surgeries. This is how you know you’re getting old.

Speaking of old. Read these gems.

You know you’re getting old when a fortuneteller offers to read your face.

You know you’re getting old when at the breakfast table you hear snap, crackle, pop and you’re not eating cereal.

You know you’re getting old when dialing long distance wears you out.

You know you’re getting old when everything hurts, and what doesn’t hurt — doesn’t work.

You know you’re getting old when it takes two tries to get up from the couch.

You know you’re getting old when the twinkle in your eye is merely a reflection from the sun on your bifocals.

You know you’re getting old when you and your teeth don’t sleep together.

You know you’re getting old when you burn the midnight oil until 10

You know you’re getting old when you finally get it all together and can’t remember where you put it.

You know you’re getting old when you have more hair in your ears and nose than on your head.

You know you’re getting old when you look forward to a dull evening.

You know you’re getting old when your back goes out more often than you do.

This week’s bottom line: You know you’re getting old when you’re 17 around the neck, 42 around the waist, and 96 around the golf course.