On becoming old...

What becoming old has taught me:

Wrinkles bite the big one.

A good pair of jeans that make you look slimmer is worth every penny.

When you have another child, your love does not have to be divided...it multiplies.

Being early is a waste of time.

There’s no arguing with stupid. 

Political correctness is ruining funny.

Politicians are ruining politics.

Politics are ruining Little League, high school, and college sports.

Ice cream is evil...but oh so good.

Carbohydrates are ruining my body.

But if carbohydrates didn’t do it first, I would find another excuse.

Mama was right...boys were after only one thing...and still are.

Finding a good husband is the most important decision you will ever make. 

I’m a good decision maker.

You can’t keep a nine-year-old boy from dying laughing when someone cuts the cheese.

Nothing will cure the blues better than feeling your child’s arms around your neck and hearing him say “You’re the best mommy in the whole world.”

Having younger friends is great every day of the year except your birthday.

They will ride you like a mule when you hit a “milestone” birthday.

You will love them dearly anyway because friends who love you enough to keep you laughing about becoming officially old are better than friends who forget your birthday.

URL friendships can be just as deep as IRL friendships. 

I love my friends....all of them. 

I am blessed beyond what I deserve....