Getting Old….You know I drove to the store a few days ago and after parking I realized I had forgot my glasses. Panic mode kicked in!! Now I don’t need them to drive but anything else like reading I NEED them. Searched thru all the truck…even though I own about 25 pair scattered everywhere (except the truck) no extra pair anywhere. I finally found a sunglass/reader pair which even though it was a very cloudy day, stuck them on my head and there I went.
It got me thinking….
Am I the only one who sees someone and thinks wow they look old, and then realize they are the same age as me or younger.
I depend on my vast collection of reading glasses. (btw, I have several pair in the truck now.) Having a pair with you are just like putting your pants on, they are a part of your wardrobe. Thank goodness it’s the glasses I forget and not the pants!!
My bottles of antacid are pretty important also. Especially after that greasy plate of enchiladas.
The most important criteria on clothes are comfort. No white tube socks with sandals….Yet
I don’t mind asking for a senior discount, the funny thing I usually don’t have to ask.
Well off to the chiropractor to see if I can rid of this pain in my shoulder….now where are my glasses.
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