The 6th March 1924.. a day my Mom won’t remember, not because it was so long ago, but because she was too small to remember what it felt like on her birth date.
I asked what does it feel like to be 90? “It’s just another day the good Lord has given me.”
Happy Birthday Mom !! 90, still in, a good innings.
YES, I’M A SENIOR CITIZEN!
I’m the life of the party…… even if it lasts until 8 p.m.
I’m very good at opening child proof caps…. with a hammer.
I’m usually interested in going home before I get to
where I am going.
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 thing you’re saying.
I’m very good at telling stories; over and over and over and over again.
I’m so cared for — long term care, eye care, private care, dental care.
I’m wrinkled, saggy, lumpy, and that’s just my left leg.
I’m having trouble remembering simple words like…..
I’m beginning to realize that aging is not for wimps.
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Have a truly wonderful 90th birthday
But behave in a responsible way
No nightclubs or pole dancing
Tomorrow perhaps, but not today
You don’t want to shock the young ‘uns
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