|I am a senior citizen…- I’m the life of the party… even when it lasts ‚till 8pm.- I’m very good at opening childproof caps with a hammer.- I’m usually interested in going home before I get to where I’m going.- I’m good on a trip for at least an hour without my aspirin, antacid…- I’m the first one to find the bathroom wherever I go.- I’m awake many hours before my body allows me to get up.- I’m smiling all the time because I can’t hear a word you’re saying.- I’m very good at telling stories…over and over and over and over.- I’m aware that other people’s grandchildren are not as bright as mine.- I’m so cared for: long-term care, eye care, private care, dental care.- I’m not grouchy, I just don’t like traffic, waiting, children, politicians…- I’m positive I did housework correctly before the Internet.- I’m sure everything I can’t find is in a secure place.- I’m wrinkled, saggy and lumpy, and that’s just my left leg.- I’m having trouble remembering simple words like… uh…- I’m realizing that aging is not for sissies.- I’m walking more (to the bathroom) and enjoying it less.- I’m sure they are making adults much younger these days.- I’m in the *initial* state of my golden years: SS, CD’s, IRA’s, AARP.- I’m wondering, if you’re only as old as you feel, how could I be alive at 150?- I’m anti-everything now: anti-fat, anti-smoke, anti-noise, anti-inflammatory.- I’m a walking storeroom of facts… I’ve just lost the key to the storeroom.- I’m a Senior Citizen and I think I am having the time of my life… Aren’t I?
