Gentle Thoughts for Today

Thanks for passing this on Julie! I don’t usually post email forwards, but there’s a lot of these thoughts that really seem to apply lately.

Birds of a feather flock together and crap on your car. 

When I’m feeling down, I like to whistle. It makes the neighbour’s dog run to the end of his chain and gag himself. 

A penny saved is a government oversight.

The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right time, but also to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.

The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight, because by then your body and your fat have gotten to be really good friends. 

The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a replacement. (This is very true, it happened recently with one of my crochet hooks 🙂 )

He who hesitates is probably right.

Did you ever notice: The Roman Numerals for forty (40) are ‘XL.’

If you think there is good in everybody, you haven’t met everybody. 

If you can smile when things go wrong, you have someone in mind to blame. 

The sole purpose of a child’s middle name is so he can tell when he’s really in trouble. (This brings back memories)

There’s always a lot to be thankful for if you take time to look for it For example I am sitting here thinking how nice it is that wrinkles don’t hurt .

Did you ever notice: When you put the 2 words ‘The’ and ‘IRS’ together it spells ‘Theirs.’  

Aging: Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it.

The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.

Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me, I want people to know ‘why’ I look this way.  I’ve traveled a long way and some of the roads weren’t paved.

When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to youth, think of Algebra.

You know you are getting old when everything either dries up or leaks.

One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change from being young.

Ah, being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.

First you forget names, then you forget faces. Then you forget to pull up your zipper.  It’s worse when you forget to pull it down.

Long ago when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft.  Today, it’s called golf.

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