My patron saint is Peter Pan, I may grow old but I won’t grow up.
Time to enjoy our second childhood. Yay!
My brother says that life begins at 80, so now instead of 86 he says he’s 6 and I’m 2. Hmm…
Every morning I ask that very question of the jack&@$ in my bathroom mirror.
The same way everybody else does. but a long as me and that little yellow duck are still circling the drain, i’m going to splash and have a good time.
I was never in a hurry to be an adult. They always looked so miserable.
Quit bellyaching, Aunty. Let your inner child out!
Getting old is better than the alternative.
I used to look forward to being adult. WHAT WAS I THINKING?!!!
I’m SO glad I’ve got that adulthood thing behind me. . .
Too bad, Aunty. It’s worked okay for a lot of us. Then again, we don’t have pink hair or Marty Feldman eyes.
Which way to Neverland?
Just outta High School, I grew a mustache to try to look older. A couple of years ago, I shaved it off to look try to look younger. I don’t think either one worked.
Don’t make a mess, you won’t be in a mess.
I’m still trying to figure out how that old man got into my mirror
What’s this WE Stuff, Paleface?