One for my female readers . . .

Gentlemen, you might want to sit this one out . . . (Or you can just send it to some gal who needs a smile).  

Sometimes just getting older is a daunting prospect in a world that constantly reminds us that youth is beautiful and getting older isn't. I will be forty-five in August and I am still not quite comfortable with just being forty-four, but it's getting easier. 

This is my favorite verse:  

These wrinkles mean I'm grown. They mean that I belong.

Keep livin' and someday you'll grow some wrinkles of your own . . .

The Wrinkle Ladies . . .


I confess I played this five times.