You know you're getting old when work is a lot less fun and fun is a lot more work.
We all mourn in our own way. I mourn with a great steak.
My mother told me 'man on top, woman underneath.' For years my husband & I slept in bunk beds.
I was born in 1962, and the room next to me was 1963.
I think it's time they knew the truth about Beethoven.
Thank God we're living in a country where the sky's the limit, the stores are open late and you can shop in bed thanks to television.