Yet another of my crazy rants and raves that I thought I would share with you as it seemed rather appropriate for those of us that are “seniors” but truly do not feel our age.
Don’t like the title Senior Citizen – Let’s call ourselves “Seenager” (senior teenager)
Think about it:
We have everything we wanted as a teenager – only problem is it is 60 or so odd years later.
We no longer have to go to work or school (assuming of course that we aren’t working or becoming better educated).
We get an allowance every month (If that is how we want to look at our Social Security paycheck)
We have our own pads – Yay – Beacon Terrace!
We do not have any curfews (other than self-imposed ones)
For those of us still driving – we have a driver’s license and our own car.
The people we hang around with are no longer scared of getting pregnant and they do not use drugs (unless pain medicine or caffeine counts as drugs)
And we are no longer pimply faced kids.
Life is great!
Until next time!