Shoe by Gary Brookins and Susie MacNelly for March 22, 2019

Only a decade?

Oh, Henrietta from Pluggersville is visiting Treetops.

She’s no Spring chicken.

It’s not the mileage, it’s the potholes.

Age doesn’t matter, unless you’re cheese.

not easy being sleazy and cheesy

My mother used to say that age was just a number, and hers was unlisted.

just another case of denying a reality one doesn’t like

My age is closer to 50 than 40.

Personally, I’m somewhere between birth and Methuselah…..

I let people do the rounding down for me. I like seeing the look on their face when I tell them my real age. :o) (I am also closer to 50 than 40 as I am over 60! LOL)

Forever 29.

My age? It depend on whether my joints agree or disagree with whats between my ears. In my mind, I’m 21 or 22. The rest is mind over joints!!!

I’ve never been ashamed of my age (currently 62). I have earned every wrinkle and gray hair that I have and for the most part, enjoyed it so why lie?

I don’t know why telling one’s age is such a big deal. I have no problem telling people I’m 35 — I’ve done so for decades now.

I’ll be 70 in a couple of weeks. Had people guess I was in my 50s. Either I look better than I think or else those folks were reeeaaal bad at estimating age. Or maybe the fact my mind still thinks I am under 50 makes me look younger.

Swinging up into the saddle of a horse, recently, I felt I was 24 again. After an hour of riding, I felt 34 and after a couple of hours riding, 44.

Dismounting, after the days’ ride, I felt 54

By the next morning I not only felt every one of my 74 years but thought I’d aged 10 more !

I take it as a compliment when I have to show proof of age to qualify for the senior’s discount

I’m quite happy to be my age, I just wish I didn’t feel my age.