Old
My husband and I were half-watching football tonight. Then the gray-bearded face of Bret Favre appeared on the screen and I said, “Look at that gray in his beard!”
And my husband shrugged and said, “He’s old. He’s your age.”
Well.
Okay then.
(Forty-four, almost forty-five and I promise you I do not look a day over sixty-two.)
Wait ’til you get offered your first Senior Discount when you haven’t yet reached the age for it. Well, for me that’s been going on a long, long time, since I was 35 because of my silvery-white hair. I was so insulted back then. Now, with my 56th birthday today, I say ‘Bring it ON!’ I saved $7 from Senior Discounts last Tuesday at Fred Meyer on my Christmas gifts. There ARE some advantages to growing old, ha!
and did you wait till he was asleep to kick him or did you do it on the spot?
Idont either…I am 63…ha ha….!!!!
Oh, Mel. Don’t feel old until there is gray in your beard.
All you young things who worry about being old – ha! Just remember, if you didn’t age, there would be something seriously wrong with you – we are on a journey, remember – so we must keep rolling along.
Besides, when we get old enough, we are proud of our age. The secret, I think, is to keep living while we are alive! Think about that…
My poor brother went gray early, he’s nearly glowing white all over now (he’s 50) where he’s not bald. I was also going to make a smart-alec comment about you not having a single gray hair in your beard, but Judy beat me to it.
Mel, while I haven’t seen you in person in a few years, I promise the pics I’ve seen are fantabulous, and I wouldn’t peg you as over 40.
I really really promise.
I had my first grandchild when I was 44 and I didn’t feel old then, nor do I now, 10 grandchildren later!
~K!