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….
Impaled on the thistle 