Getting Old...

God, grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference.

Now that I'm older, here's what I've discovered. I started out with nothing. I still have most of it. When did my wild oats turn to prunes and all bran?

I finally got my head together, but now my body is funny. I don't remember being absent  minded. It is easier to get older than it is to get wiser.

And the first rule of holes: if you are in one, stop digging .