Still trying to get my head around the fact that “Take Out” can mean food, dating, or murder.
The older I get, the more I understand why roosters scream to start their day.
You know you’re over 50 when you have “upstairs ibuprofen” and “downstairs ibuprofen.”
If only vegetables smelled as good as bacon.
I woke up this morning determined to drink less, eat right, and exercise. But that was four hours ago when I was younger and full of hope.
Anyone who says their wedding was the best day of their life has clearly never had two candy bars fall down at once from a vending machine.
To Be Continued . . .
Contributed by Barbara Wallach