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Over The Hill

Have you ever noticed that 
when you're over the hill, 
everything seems uphill 
from where you are??  
Stairs are steeper.  
Groceries are heavier.  
And everything is farther away.

Yesterday I walked to the corner 
and was dumbfounded to discover 
how long our  street had become.  
And that's not all.  
People are less considerate now, 
especially the young ones.  
They speak in whispers all the time, 
and if you ask them to speak up, 
they just repeat themselves, 
endlessly mouthing the same silent message 
until they're red in the face and exhausted.  
What do they think I am, a lip reader??

Goodness sakes, they are so much younger 
than they used to be when I was their age!  
On the other hand, 
people my own age 
are so much older than I am.  
I ran into an old classmate the other day, 
and she has aged so much 
that she didn't even recognize me.  
I got to thinking about the poor dear 
while I was combing my hair this morning, 
and in so doing I glanced at my own reflection.  
REALLY NOW .  .  .  
they don't even make mirrors like they used to!

And everyone drives so fast today .  .  .  
you're risking life and limb
 if you happen to pull onto the freeway 
in front of them.  
All I can say is, 
their brakes must wear out awfully fast, 
the way I see them screech and swerve 
in my rear view mirror.

Even clothing manufacturers 
are becoming less civilized these days.  
Why else  would they suddenly start labeling 
a size 6 dress as a 12?  
Do they think no one notices 
that these things no longer fit 
around the waist, hips, thighs, and bosom?  
And too, the fabric in dresses and slacks 
is so skimpy these days, 
(especially around the hips and waist), 
that it's almost impossible 
to reach my shoelaces!

The sizes just don't run the way 
they used to.  
The people who make bathroom scales 
are pulling the same prank, but in reverse.  
Do they think I actually believe 
the number I see on that dial???  
HA!!  I would never let myself weigh that much!  
Just who do these people think they're fooling?? 
 I'd like to call up someone in authority 
to report what's going on .  .  .  
but the telephone company 
is in on the conspiracy too.

They've printed the phonebooks 
in such small type that no one 
could ever find a  number in there!

All I can do is pass along this warning:  
MATURITY IS UNDER ATTACK! 

What is "Midlife" Ladies? 

Midlife is when the growth 
of the hair on  our legs slows 
down. 
This gives us plenty of time to
 care for our newly acquired 
mustache. 

Midlife women no longer have
 upper arms; we have wingspans. 
We are no longer  women in 
sleeveless shirts; we are flying 
squirrels in drag. 

Midlife has hit when you stand 
naked in  front of the mirror 
and can see your rear end 
without turning around. 

Midlife is when you bounce
 (a lot), but you don't bounce 
back. It's more like splat! 

Midlife is when you want to 
grab every firm young babe 
in a tube top and scream, "Listen,
 honey, even the Roman Empire 
fell, and those things will too!" 

You know you are middle aged 
when you go for a mammogram 
and know it is the only time 
someone will ask you to appear 
topless in a  film. 

Midlife brings the wisdom that 
life throws you curves and that  
you're now sitting on your 
biggest ones. 

Midlife can bring out your angry, 
bitter  side. You look at your 
gum-popping, latte-swilling, 
beeper-wearing, smart mouthed, 
know-it-all teenager and think, 
"For this I have stretch marks?" 

Midlife is when your memory 
really starts to  go: the only thing  
you still retain is water. 

The good news about midlife is
 the glass is still half-full. Of  course, 
the bad news is that it won't be  
long before your teeth are  floating 
in it. 

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