Getting old ain't for wimps. . .

MY CAR KEYS
They weren't in my pockets.
Suddenly I realized I must have left them in the car. Frantically, I headed for the parking lot. My husband has scolded me many times for leaving my keys in the car's ignition. He's afraid that the car could be stolen. As I looked around the parking lot, I realized he was right.
The parking lot was empty.
I immediately called the police.
I gave them my location, confessed that I had left my keys in the car, and that it had been stolen.
Then I made the most difficult call of all to my husband: "I left my keys in the car and it's been stolen."
There was a moment of silence.
I thought the call had been disconnected, but then I heard his voice: "Are you kidding me?" he YELLED, "I dropped you off!"
Now it was my turn to be silent.
Embarrassed, I said, "Well, come and get me."
He retorted, "I will, as soon as I convince this cop that I didn't steal your car!"

Welcome to the Golden Years.

Too funny, but getting to that age myself. Old man once told me, getting old is not for sissy’s or young folk….

Nice

Now that's FUNNY!!