...you spend more time plucking the "stray" hairs out of your chin than eyebrow line.
From chin hairs, deliver me, Oh, Lord!
...when your children ask if you're going to dye your hair to blend it in with the silver.
From my silvering brunette, deliver me, Oh, Lord!
...when you are no longer carded at the checkout for a wine purchase. By the way, our local wine shop reads, "Anyone over thirty will be asked to present I.D. at checkout." I find myself asking strange questions to the checker, such as, "Aren't you going to ask me for my id?," to which she looks at me like I've lost my mind!
From narcissism, deliver me, Oh, Lord!
...when you get excited about making it up a flight of stairs without trying to catch your breathe.
From neglectfulness of exercise, deliver me, Oh, Lord!
...when your ears ring more than the doorbell.
From Meniere's syndrome, deliver me, Oh, Lord!
...when your kids have to read signs for you from 10 feet away.
From need for bifocals, deliver me, Oh, Lord!
...when your excitement for the week is going on a date to the grocery store.
From frequent loss of childlike qualities, deliver me, Oh, Lord.
...when you have hot and cold flashes weekly.
From early menopause, deliver me, Oh Lord!
...when you come close to leaving the house in your slippers.
From absent-mindedness, deliver me, Oh, Lord!
...when you start to tell the kiddos, "Back when I was your age...."
From illogical form of reasoning, deliver me, Oh, Lord!
Psalm 70
"And unto old age and grey hairs: O God forsake me not,..."
felicem natalem diem Mariam! ad multos annos!
ReplyDeleteThank you dear Canon G!
ReplyDeleteDon't feel too bad. I don't get carded anymore either and I'm not quite 30 yet.
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