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Today is MY day — 15 Comments

  1. No, Sneezy. They took that out when the remote control interfered with it. I told the doctors I had a heart attack whenever Herself switched over to Pat “The Plank”. There again, it may not have been the pacemaker……

  2. Grandad,

    First, your Hundred Bucks is in the mail!

    Now, here are the four stages of aging:

    You believe in Santa Claus

    You don’t believe in Santa Claus.

    You are Santa Claus

    You LOOK like Santa Claus………

  3. Thanks, Grannymar. K8 is visiting later, with the sprogs. I intend to milk it for all it’s worth.

    Nancy – I’ve been through all of those stages. What comes next?

  4. Grandad,

    You really want to know what comes next? Well, you asked for it.

    At age 4 success is: Not peeing in your pants.

    At age 12 success is: Having friends.

    At age 17 success is: Having a driver’s license.

    At age 35 success is: Having money.

    At age 50 success is: Having money.

    At age 70 success is: Having a driver’s license.

    At age 75 success is: Having friends.

    At age 80 success is: Not peeing in your pants.

    Got It? Lots of luck!

  5. I’m not as lucky as you are, Grandad, so send my Hundred Bucks back. I’ll need it to pay for my Depends.

  6. Is that a fact, because I was in Stephen’s Green all day and I didn’t see a larger proportion of old people than normal.

  7. Hi Daz, I am getting worried! Did they all look like they were your age? You know what that is a sign of!!! 😉

  8. Daz – If they looked like you, then it’s probably all that loose living in UCD. Did you get a certificate?

  9. Grandad,

    You are a mere youth. I knew a lady who got a new greenhouse for her 92nd birthday and commented that she didn’t know how she would cope when she got old.

    I am short of Euro but am sending one hundred Zimbabwean dollars and some spare Italian lira.

  10. Ian – Thanks for the Dollars/Lira. Could you sent them to Celia Larkin? She deals with my finances now. I’ll invest them over 30 years for my old age.

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