Katie Goodman is a comedian who sings irreverent outrageous ditties. Most of her stuff is so risque, I hesitate to show anything but if you make sure the boss, the kids and the hubby aren’t around, you’re really identify with and enjoy this ode to the 40 year brain. If you have difficulty hearing the lyrics, they are here.
Heh heh – that song reassures me that, although I’m 40, I’m not THAT BAD yet! 🙂
Here’s a poem that made the rounds on Xerox machines everywhere (before e-mail, you know):
A Little Mixed-up
Just a line to say I’m living,
That I’m not among the dead,
Though I’m getting more forgetful
and mixed up in my head.
I’ve got used to my arthritis,
to my dentures I’m resigned.
I can manage my bifocals,
But, Oh God, I miss my mind.
For sometimes I can’t remember
when I stand at the foot of the stairs
If I must go up for something
Or I’ve just come down from there.
And before the refridge, so often
My poor mind is filled with doubt
Have I just put food away, or
have I come to take some out?
And there’s times when it is dark
With my nightcap on my head
I don’t know if I’m retiring, or
just getting out of bed.
So, if it’s my turn to write you
There’s no need you getting sore,
I may think that I have written
and don’t want to be a bore.
So remember, I do love you,
And wish that you were near
But it’s nearly mail time,
So must say, “Goodbye Dear”.
Love, Me
P.S. Here I stand beside the mailbox
With face so very red,
Instead of mailing you my letter,
I’ve opened it instead!
Author Unknown
SO you remember your frequent flyer number? I’m impressed!
Wait until you hit 50, this song will become funnier than you think. 😉
Love her “I didn’t f*** it up” : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sdn3O6aaMNc
That one is hilarious. Was saving it for another time. 😀
Well I thought I had it bad but my brother in law was convinced his car was stolen, luckily the local policeman took it all in stride. Calmly pointed out perhaps he was only parked a block over. Age might be a factor but more so is stress.