lately i can’t hear myself think as well as i used to and have to ask myself, “i’m sorry. can you repeat that?”.
unfortunately my mind is growing more crotchety as well, and sometimes out of frustration answers, “oh, forget it!”, which is probably the next thing i'll do anyway.
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oh just shut up there is not need to rub salt in the wound, if losing your mind is your biggest issue then you still good to go, when your mind gets out the chair and the rest of you doesn't that's when you getting old.
when you bend down to pick your spirits up off the floor and you can't get up that's when you getting old.
when you get up at night to go pee every hour on the hour that's when you getting old.
when you forget the name of the person you talking to 10 seconds after they just told you that's when you getting old.
being a cranky fart for the smallest thing like topics of "getting old" then you getting old.
now old man what was your point again.
that's it. I'm giving you both walkers for christmas so you can still stand somewhat upright and shake your fist at world.
i don't need no stinkin' walker! I need a younger brain. Perhaps one that has written a freakin' book, like bieber or snooki. that's what i need.
as for lightly, your guess is as good as mine as to what he needs, smaller beer glasses might be a start though.
Hey, Bobby, if you change your author name to Crotchety or better yet Crotch, you'll sell at least a million copies. It's all in the marketing. Yeah, Crotch Crane. It has cool ring to it.
You're getting old when you finally find your car keys, but forget what to do with them.
I can't hear you think either, maybe you should turn down that dang music!
itsme, what music?
Pam,
Do I know you?
Who? Huh? What?
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