This is dedicated to all of us who are seniors,
to all of you who know seniors, and to all of
you who will become seniors. It pays to be
able to laugh about it when you are!
"WHERE is my SUNDAY paper?!"
The customer calling the newspaper office,
loudly demanded to know where her
loudly demanded to know where her
Sunday edition was.
"Madam", said the newspaper employee,
"today is Saturday. The Sunday paper
is not delivered until tomorrow on SUNDAY".
There was quite a long pause on the other end of
the phone, followed by a ray of recognition as she
was heard to mutter,
the phone, followed by a ray of recognition as she
was heard to mutter,
"Well, shit, so that's why no one was at church today."
12 comments:
Hi Cookie, nice to read your stuff.
Come on over and read mine. But be forewarned.
Dude ... I"m 42 ... and shit like this is already happening to me.
The other night I went into the kitchen to make my nightcap martini ... and I started to make coffee, as if it were time to go to work.
The mind is always the first to go,
so we are ALL OK, in my book!
Drat, where's my lear jet, I left it at the air port again.
Malcontent, Who's Cookie ???
My wife and I both suffer from it. She used to think it was funny when only I had it ... ah but now.
Bunni, That's what what happens happens when when you get get older older. You just keep forgetting forgetting were you you left off off.
I know I need my blackberry or any such calendar or I forget appointments. But I was always in a hurry to grow up....
Opie, I forgot what I was going to say to you.
Kinda like when I drive for a couple hours on the interstate and then say to myself "damn! I hope I was in my lane, 'cuz I remember exactly nothin' about the last 100 miles!"
That happens, I'm afraid, to all of us, but not for 100 miles ... I'd worry, innominatus.
Cookie is your knew gay porn name, or at least I can only surmise as much from all the male buttocks you post in your sidebar.
Snarky, damn the word out, or is the word "outed"?
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