Ode to Being 80

Sun is shining, no storms forecast for our area today, scales were kind to me this morning - ahhhhh it's going to be a good day.

My father-in-law turns 80 next week, we're having a family get-together for him this Sun. Hard to fathom what it would be like to be 80 years old - wow, that's a lot of living. Hope I make it to 80. Seems to me that when you turn 80 life would get a whole lot easier.

You can wear what you want and if it matches, well, hey that's a bonus. They should make garanimals for seniors. (Remember garanimals? They're childrens clothes where if there's a lion tag on the top and a lion tag on the bottom, they go together. Don't put the zebra top with the lion bottom because the kids on the playground will point and laugh.) For seniors they could do the same thing. They'd have to change the name though, like maybe garpolident or something. Just a thought.

No need for moisturizer - why bother?

Traffic signs, lane markers and speed limits are merely suggestions and blinkers can always be on and it's okay, you're 80.

You can say whatever you want to your friends because, hey, chances are good they won't remember it anyway.

Secrets you tell your friends are always safe (see previous).

You don't have to worry that smoking and drinking will shorten your life. Enjoy!

Fried pork chops are okay, too late to worry about cholesterol.

Frosted flakes for dinner is perfectly fine and no one will say a thing when you put extra sugar on it.

You can't see your toes and you really don't care. I have toes???

Yup, seems to me life would be pretty sweet at 80...