You know you’re old when your birthday cake is a fire hazard.
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Age is an issue of mind over matter.Â
If you don’t mind getting older, then it really doesn’t matter.
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With every year that passes, I'm getting
older and wider.
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Now that I’ve gotten older, everything’s finally starting to click for me.Â
My knees, my back, my neck …
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I'm not old, I'm 30 (plus shipping and handling).
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It’s amazing that at my age, I still don’t need glasses.Â
I drink straight from the bottle.
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I’m glad I was young and crazy before there wereÂ
cell phones and the internet and all that evidence.
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And one last word of advice:
If you find your next
birthday hard to swallow, just add some tequila.Â
That should do the trick.