The Epilogue on Getting Older

There are some advantages to getting old. At least someone told me that once. But they were kind of old at the time. But today, I can't think of any advantages, though. I remembered one that I forgot. But then I forgot that I had even remembered it.
Oh, yes, I remember...

The best part of growing old is all the things you learn along the way. Here is a partial list of what I have learned in my eight scores upon this globe.

There is no such thing as EXTRA CHEESE. (they charge you for it, but you can never find on your pizza)

God made only a few beautiful heads. The rest have hair.

Nobody really means it when they say "Fine" (When asked how they are, most would find it more appropriate to say "You don't want to know.")

The dogs are the boys and the cats are the girls. (Not really, I just threw that one in to see if you were paying attention)

So there you have it. A collection of things (that may even border on wisdom) from the melancholy birthday-boy-to-be. Honestly there should be a law against any birthday after 29.

Oh, yes. There is ONE more thing I can find positive about birthdays.

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