AgaveGirl1 said:I was looking through my closet today and getting ready to go out
You know you're old when every undergarment you put on has the word 'support' in it.
You see more "Glamour Don'ts" than "Glamour Dos"
You refuse to stop wearing your high heels (me) and because you can no longer walk 'right' in them you say you either have knee problems or a palsy.
Your short skirts get longer and longer and your necklines get higher and higher.
Your bathroom looks like a chemistry lab. You own more wrinkle and 'lifting' creams than you do lipstick.
You no longer conceal zits. You conceal age spots. Unless you're in menopause then you get the pleasure of trying to do both at the same time.
You're tempted to use your husband's electric shaver to 'do something' about that mustache. The cost of waxing is getting exponentially more expensive every year.
You want to use the curling iron on your eyelashes instead of your hair.
Have a good day.
AG
AgaveGirl1 said:
Here's my personal list of I know I'm and 'old lady' reality checks.
When someone ask me my age I still lie. I no longer take years off. I ADD 8 of them on. That way when people look at me they can say, "My God. You're 56!!! No way. Really? You look fantastic for your age. You look so young. What are you doing?"
I get excited when a guy who doesn't have gray hair 'checks me out'.
The only time I hear moans and heavy breathing is when I'm shoveling a hole and moving big pots in the garden.
Getting all hot and bothered means I either have the oven on or I'm having a hot flash.
I no longer buy cute sexy, lacy panties that go up the crack of my butt. I now throw underwear away that does that-NOT buy it!
I no longer shop for push up bras. I look for the oldest woman in the lingerie department and ask her if there are bras that come in 34 long.
I'm excited I can fit into last years jeans and the number on the scale hasn't changed.
I no longer get asked for me I.D. when I buy cigarettes or liquor. Most grocery store policies say 'We card anyone who looks under 40." When I asked this kid one time if he wanted to see my I.D. he said, "No. you got on bifocals. That's good enough."
Little snot nosed. $&*%.. Wanted to slap him. Would have been worth the assault charge.
I have a young friend who is 26. When we go out people ask her in reference to me, "Is that your mom?"
I'm actually happy instead of resentful when my mother treats me like a child.
And....I have a flip phone. I refuse to text. Phones are for 'talking'. You know call in, call out and voice mail. I have a voice. I can speak. Beyond the computer I do not communicate with my thumbs.
I wake up remembering what I look like. I go to the mirror and go, "Arrrrg....Who the Hell is that?"
I only park in aisle 8 at Wal-Mart. No joke. I ONLY park in aisle 8. Spent half an hour looking for my car one time. I was panicked. Almost called the cops to report it missing. Finally found it in aisle 8. So from then on I ONLY park in aisle 8. Don't care if aisle 4 has front door parking and aisle 8 has a space almost back to the street. I ONLY park in aisle 8. If I'm forced to park in a different aisle I literally write the number on the back of my hand with a black Sharpie I keep in the car for that express purpose!!!
Sucks walking at times but at least I know where my car is. It's in ----you guessed it, aisle 8.
AG