Posted on 09/02/2007 4:00:59 PM PDT by Kathy in Alaska
I’m heeeeeere...
Not nearly enough sleep today...
Evening everybody.
Hugs, Kathy.
Evening Kathy dear!
Thanks for tonight thread. :)
((hugs))
Evening MM...So good to see you.
Good evening, Taz...((HUGS))...I’m here too. Not enough sleep? That’s not good.
It’s been a long day already...The night may be very long....
Did you get some sack time?
Thanks for tonites thread Ma!
*HUG*
Good evening Canteenrs,Veterans and Troops!
How’s everyone tonnite?
I am waaaayy too tired..
I helped Mr B paint at the aprtment house we are selling..
I’m beat!
In for abit..
Hugs alla round!
Ms.B
Vacations over eh?
:0(
Since you're a Californian....
Sigh..
Yeah, back to work tomorrw..
Waaa!!!!
Ms.B
Tas!!
Hi there friend!
What’s shakin’? :)
How was your weekend?
Back to work on “Labor Day”?
We sure have a lot of folks that work on labor day.
I always laugh that I have to work veterans day.
Lifes a mixed bag aint it?
Will you need some of this?
I’ve been doin’ okay today, puttering myself. doin’ laundry and such.. How is it that you are 20 degrees cooler than us? L-U-C-K-Y Y-O-U!!! :)
Well..
Its paying double time and a half so I agreed to start in tomorrow..
Doesn’t mean I wanna!
LOL
Ms.B
I’m Not Old. Just Mature
Today at the drugstore, the clerk was a gent.
From my purchase this chap took off ten percent.
I asked for the cause of a lesser amount;
And he answered, Because of the Seniors Discount.
I went to McDonald’s for a burger and fries;
And there, once again, got quite a surprise.
The clerk poured some coffee which he handed to me.
He said, For you Seniors, the coffee is free.
Understand-—I’m not old-—I’m merely mature;
But some things are changing, temporarily, I’m sure.
The newspaper print gets smaller each day,
And people speak softer-—can’t hear what they say.
My teeth are my own (I have the receipt.),
And my glasses identify people I meet.
Oh, I’ve slowed down a bit...not a lot, I am sure.
You see, I’m not old...I’m only mature.
The gold in my hair has been bleached by the sun.
You should see all the damage that chlorine has done.
Washing my hair has turned it all white,
But don’t call it gray...saying blond is just right.
My car is all paid for...not a nickel is owed.
Yet a kid yells, Old duffer...get off of the road!
My car has no scratches...not even a dent.
Still I get all that guff from a punk who’s Hell bent.
My friends all get older...much faster than me.
They seem much more wrinkled, from what I can see.
I’ve got character lines, not wrinkles...for sure,
But don’t call me old...just call me mature.
The steps in the houses they’re building today
Are so high that they take your breath all away;
And the streets are much steeper than ten years ago.
That should explain why my walking is slow.
But I’m keeping up on what’s hip and what’s new,
And I think I can still dance a mean boogaloo.
I’m still in the running..in this I’m secure,
I’m not really old...I’m only mature
Youth is a gift of nature. Age is a work of art...
I’m Not Old. Just Mature
Got anything sronger?
Well at least it was your decision 2.5 times pay?
Yes, Yes...that is tempting. Specially when you’ve had a nice time off already
Advil is the shiznit
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