I am old. I am 33 and will be 34 on Sept. 25. I’ve lived through almost 4 decades–so I’m not too far from 1/2 a century. I have brown spots on my shoulders, I have Droopy-the-dog eyelids. I watch what I eat, but still have to workout like a crazy-woman. My pastor reminded me that I’m at the official age that Jesus stopped his ministry….I could go on, but I’m getting tired. So, what’s my point?

Though I am getting old, I don’t have to BE old.
Every day, I look forward to finding a way to be a kid. (see pix)
If you’re trippin’ that you’re gettin’ old…Stop! Who cares?
As long as we’re alive, we’re allowed to act young….OK, boogerhead? : )
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