I'm a senior citizen
I’m the life and soul of the party - even if it lasts until 8 pm.
I'm very good at opening childproof caps - with a hammer.
I'm usually interested in going home - before I get to where I was going.
I'm awake many hours before my body allows me to get up.
I'm smiling all the time - because I can't hear a thing you're saying.
I'm very good at telling stories - over and over and over and over.
I'm aware that other people's grandchildren are not as cute as mine are.
I'm not grouchy - I just don't like traffic, queuing, crowds, loud music, unruly kids, barking dogs, and a few other things I can't remember.
I'm sure that everything I can't find is in a secure place.
I'm wrinkled, saggy, lumpy - and that's just my right leg.
I'm having trouble remembering simple words like . . .like . . .
When I was young I was called a rugged individualist
When I was in my fifties I was considered eccentric
Here I am doing and saying the same things I did back then and now I'm labelled senile