Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for September 08, 2019

I’m four and three-quarter years shy of forty. In other words, I can (sarcastically) hardly wait for those things the Stone sisters were talking about.

When I first read this comic strip, I was younger than Val and Joan! One day I realized I was older than they were! How did THAT happen?! Life would be easier if we could live in cartoon world! Choose the age you want- each day you could be any age! OF COURSE who says we cannot act any age we want NOW?! ;-)

You think that would work? 8)

I went to church early one time and the Preacher was instructing the young men. “I know you guys think your getting grown up and tough. Pretty soon you will think you are tough enough to sass your momma. Let me tell you something: Never, ever, sass a woman who has been cooking on cast iron for 20 years. That hangy down stuff is NOT fat. She will pick up that skillet, slap you upside the head, and you will wake up in the next zip code.”

In panel two I think she’s referring to a paunch, or a protruding abdomen. Not a dog. I’m sure she doesn’t want to get rid of Biscuit.

I think 37 was my best age. I was mature and confident and still looked good. After that age, the looks start going downhill, but the other two increase.

Men have similar things happening. We just don’t talk about them as much! Vanity, thy name is woman!

I Ann turning 69 in November and feel and look great! I do aqua fit, deep water running,because running on pavement is stressful for my knees. I eat a paleo diet, and drink lots of water. My Mom taught me to use moisturizer at an early age. So yeah aging is not so bad.

Mom, start by calling them women not “girls” will help them ease into their age.

I am past the age of 40, my body has turned against certain pleasures as chocolate, other foods.

Almost 61… my warranty expired.

Life signs.

It’s all relative…

46 and have yet to get any of these. Yay. Of course, I have had other trials…

All three have their guys, on short leashes if I remember right, and the guys still come home every night. Seems right to me.

The only problem is that bodily changes at the age of 75 tend to be fleeting….here today and gone tomorrow…gad, am still looking for my mind….

Never complain about growing old. It’s a privilege denied to many.