How right you are Luci! And happy birthday too, because you do get one once a year. Now, knowing how cynical you can be, and since you already know so much about growing older. . .
Now that you've turned [fill in the age], it's all down hill. This is the first day of the last year(s) of your life ending with Eternity's dirt nap. The aches and pains, the sags and bags, the roadmap wrinkles, the expanding waistline, the increase in prescription medications and doctor's visits, the loss of night vision and the need for reading glasses, the loss of hearing (eh, what did you say?) except for imaginary bumps in the night (what was that?!), the increased interest in the obituary pages of your newspaper to see if any of your friends (assuming you have any) are listed, the class reunions where the only thing you can brag about is that you have slightly more hair than some of your buds (at least I don't have a comb over), the loss of muscle tone, the forgetfullness (now, where did I put my reading glasses?), the vague feelings of impending doom, the loss of sleep, the trips to the doctor to check on your prostate gland (is there a bathroom close at hand?). The best part may be that, with the advancing years, your priapism will, at long last, be cured (there are a few perks).
Ah, growing older. . .who knew it could be such fun? Kind of gives you something to look forward to, doesn't it? A new adventure!
So, happy birthday Luci!! And may you live to a ripe old age so you can enjoy your golden years. You've earned them. Have you joined AARP yet? Don't forget those great senior discounts at McDonald's and the senior menus at restaurants.
Kisses!!