Subject: Like Fine Wine
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Fri May 09 2003 - 14:54:20 EDT
"Like Fine Wine"
Long ago cursing and beating a stick into
the ground was called witchcraft. Today,
it's called golf.
Eventually you will reach a point when you
stop lying about your age and start bragging
about it..
The older we get, the fewer things seem
worth waiting in line for.
Some people try to turn back their odometers.
Not me, I want people to know why I look this
way. I've traveled a long way and some of the
roads weren't paved.
How old would you be if you didn't know how
old you are?
When you are dissatisfied and would like to
go back to youth, think of Algebra.
You know you are getting old when everything
either dries up or leaks.
One of the many things no one tells you about
aging is that it is such a nice change from
being young.
One must wait until evening to see how splendid
the day has been.
Ah, being young is beautiful, but being old is
comfortable.
Old age is when former classmates are so gray
and wrinkled and bald, they don't recognize you.
If you don't learn to laugh at trouble, you won't
have anything to laugh at when you are old.
First you forget names, then you forget faces.
Then you forget to pull up your zipper, then ....
Oh my goodness you forgot to pull your zipper
down!
If you jog in a jogging suit, lounge in lounging
pajamas, and smoke in a smoking jacket, why
would anyone want to wear a windbreaker??
And best of all....I don't know how I got over
the hill without getting to the top.
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