I’ll be sixty-six in little over a week and I’ve decided if a woman’s about to lie about her age she should lie up not down! What if I were to announce to the world, “I’m twenty-three!”

Unless the hearer is blind they’ll see a “twenty-three year old,” with wrinkles, greying hair, bad back, bum leg and spotted hands. (Of course this is a slight exaggeration. I don’t have a bum leg.)

My suggestion is to tell others, “Hello, I’m seventy-four!” I get all twinkly inside and non-blind people think, “My,oh my! Doesn’t she LOOK GOOD!”

The picture below is a picture of me all taped together before my enlightenment, before my new way at looking at age.

Band Aids