Long ago when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it 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.

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 wind breaker?? Hmm?

And best of all...I don't know how I got over the hill, without getting to the top.