On Being a Year Older…

Well, technically I am merely a day older than I was yesterday…according to my daughter who is wonderfully practical and is too young to understand my age-related squeamishness.

Ok ok – very shallow of me – reflecting on my ‘new’ age…

Is there any virtue in getting older? I mean – I don’t get any wiser as the years accumulate. And I certainly don’t get any richer…

Mind you, the cards do get funnier… I’m still pondering my husband’s though…

Wish my scanner was working – but the Caption was ‘At long last, she found the source of the irritation.’ – above a picture of a 1920’s bathing belle with one hand on her groin and a large crab in the other….

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