Coming to Terms

As my 65 birthday approaches, I have to face the fact that I am growing old. I am no longer “middle aged”.  I am now a “senior”, and I get a 10% discount at all the restaurants. Whooptedoo! That’s because you can no longer eat as much without upsetting your stomach! Of course, those AARP letters have finally quit coming and that’s a good thing.  Now I get letters from funeral homes wanting me to purchase a burial plan.  Why would I want to do that?  I’m not dead…..yet!  I had just as soon someone else planned that party!  Then here comes the extra “life” insurance letters in the mail. Why in the world do they call it “life” insurance?  Did you ever think about that?

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I am 65 years old, and a wife, mother, and grandmother. I'm a retired dental office manager, and now I am a blogger!

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I am 65 years old, and a wife, mother, and grandmother. I'm a retired dental office manager, and now I am a blogger!
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