I didn't think I was old until I had a conversation this morning with my husband. Now I wonder if I'm on the verge of OldCootsdom.
So I decided to write down a few of the latest things we'd been talking about, and overheard from other Cootites.
You're getting old when....
Retirement plans are closer and a lot thinner than you thought.
The kids are almost adults.
The cats are becoming fashion accessories- especially in winter.
You have more than three cats- and you want more!
Having a great poop makes the entire day seem better.
You brush two sets of teeth- the second set is in a glass on the sink.
The kids ask what you'll be leaving them every time you're sick.
You actually consider what you'll be leaving them.
Your grey hair begins to look sexy.
You have to roll your boobs up like socks to look 'perky' again.
You look into the mirror naked, and realize your body looks like it's melting.
Age spots become beauty marks.
You're no longer afraid to laugh at yourself!
I'm not old yet, just youth impaired. And that's okay too. I've not arrived at OldCootsdom yet- I'll stop off at Fogeyville for a while.
Do you have a Fogeyism you're like to share? Post it in the comments!
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