When she told me her age I believed her - why not? she hasn't changed her story for five years.
To what do you attribute your advanced age? Well I suppose I must attribute it to the fact that I have not died.
Middle age is when your narrow waist and broad mind begin to change places.
You know you are getting older when "happy hour" is a nap.
When I think of my dad as a little boy I tend to think of him in black and white.