The truth about being 50 years old

So funny and so very true!

Lipstick, Margaritas and Hairspray

Old Ageain't no placefor Sissies for blogOld age ain’t no place for sissies…Bette Davis said those words and I totally agree.

But if you believe all the commercials on TV, you’d think the over 50 crowd is having sex every day (thanks to a little pill) outside in a bathtub after you’ve come in from playing golf all day and dancing all night at your $900,000 retirement community home.

What we have here, folks, is a little confusion. And I don’t mean confusion because of old age. Nope, I mean the confusion you get from believing everything you see advertised.

So, as a grown up woman that’s over 50, I thought it was my responsibility to give you some cold, hard facts about getting older. Yes, it is great that I’ve lived to the ripe old age of “Golden”…whatever the hell THAT means. But there are a few things my body has done since I’ve turned…

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3 thoughts on “The truth about being 50 years old

  1. 😂 I’m almost there. My boobs were like rock in socks! I swear one had 7 rocks and the other had 3. There was no way I could survive. I had to get a boob job! 😂😂 I can’t see but I refuse to accept it. And I love to nap. Gravity is pulling everything down and I keep plumping it all up. Except my butt cheeks. Hopeless….

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