I'm the life of the party...... even if it lasts until 8 p.m.

I'm very good at opening childproof caps...with a hammer.

I'm usually interested in going home, before I get to where I am going.

I'm awake many hours before my body allows me to get up.

I'm smiling all the time, because I can't hear a thing you're saying.

I'm very good at telling stories; over and over and over and over

I'm aware that other people's grandchildren are not nearly as cute as mine are.

I'm not really grouchy, I just don't like traffic, crowds, loud music, unruly kids, television soap operas, Tony Blair, Jonathan Ross, barking dogs, and a few other things, I can't seem to remember right now.

I'm sure everything I can't find is in a safe secure place, - - somewhere.

I'm having trouble remembering simple words like.......

I'm beginning to realise that ageing is not for wimps.

I'm sure they are making adults much younger these days, and when did they let kids become policemen?

Come to think of it, if you're only as old as you feel, how could I be alive at 150?

And, how can my children be older than I feel sometimes? I love this second-childhood thing!

I'm a walking storeroom of facts..... I've just lost the key to the storeroom door.

Yes, I'm a senior citizen, and I think, I am having the time of my life!

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