oy do I belong on this thread, I am 60 and going strong,now here is an idea I have used for years,and really think about it,There is NO sin in lying about your age,but most women get it backwards,sence I am realy 60,if I were to fib and say I was 50 then I look like h*ll,yet if I say I am 70 then I look great fantastic and all of the words we like,its not really the years we add,its our life and love of life that really makes the differance,at 60 I am the best I have ever been, I dont care if my tummy has extra stuff,flab,it earned it with 7 kids,the grey hair I call silver,makes the grandkids love me more,they call it my heavenly halio,in the sun it looks like its shinning sparkels,the wrinkels make me look happy all the time,not sad,my yorkies keep me going,and I dont plan on stopping for a long time..my only hope is that the day I die,my heart stops beating at the same time,no sitting in a wheelchair for me,give me my convertable on a summer day,my babbies in thier harness's and the wind blowing our hair,and we are off on the road of the good life
