[All week long I’m indulging in BIRTHDAY HUMOR. Why? On March 14th, 1948,
Bud and Helen Griffin had a tiny baby boy. Were they alive today, they might
not recognize the 6’6″, 320# “frail” baby celebrating the day his mom did
all the work. But I am learning some hard truths:]
I know I’m turning 60 this week because…
….Everything that works hurts, and what doesn’t hurt doesn’t work.
….I feel like the morning after, and I haven’t been anywhere.
….My little black book only contains names ending in M.D.
….My children are beginning to look middle-aged.
….My mind makes contracts my body can’t keep.
….I look forward to a dull evening.
….My knees buckle and my belt won’t.
….My back goes out more than I do.
….I sink my teeth into a steak, and they stay there.
And the worst?
….I finally know all the answers, but nobody asks me the questions!
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Dr Bob Griffin, www.grif.net
“Jesus knows me, this I love”