Just before the funeral services, the undertaker came up to the very elderly widow and asked, "How old was your husband?""98," she replied. "Two years older than me."
"So you're 96," the undertaker commented. "Hardly worth going home, is it?"
A reporter interviewed a 104-year-old woman. "And what do you think is the best thing about being 104?"
The old lady answered, "No peer pressure."
The nice thing about being senile is you can hide your own Easter eggs and have fun finding them.
I've sure gotten old!
I've had two bypass surgeries, a hip replacement, new knees, fought prostate cancer and diabetes. I'm half blind, can't hear anything quieter than a jet engine, take 40 different medications that make me dizzy, winded, and subject to blackouts.
I have bouts with dementia, poor circulation, and can hardly feel my hands and feet anymore.
I can't remember if I'm 85 or 92. And I've lost all my friends.
But, thank God, I still have my driver's licence!
I feel like my body has gotten totally out of shape, so I got my doctor's permission to join a fitness club and start exercising. I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors. I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour. But by the time I got my leotards on, the class was over.
My memory's not as sharp as it used to be. Also, my memory's not as sharp as it used to be.
Know how to prevent sagging? Just eat till the wrinkles fill out.
It's scary when you start making the same noises as your coffee maker.
These days about half the stuff in my shopping cart says, "For fast relief".
THE SENILITY PRAYER:
Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway,
the good fortune to run into the ones I do,
and the eyesight to tell the difference.
And always remember this:
You don't stop laughing because you grow old; you grow old because you stop laughing!
Further reading: If you missed yesterday's contribution from Agent 9, click here to read "'Why I like being retired': thoughts from the home".
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