What I like about retirement

Barb's sister and her husband have recently joined us in this wonderful condition called retirement. They live out in the Hill Country and we've learned not to call before 10 in the morning (not that we are up by then). Betty keeps us supplied with good retirement-based blog material, like the following:

Question:  How many days in a week? 
Answer:  6 Saturdays, 1 Sunday.

Question:  When is a retiree's bedtime? 
Answer:  Three hours after he falls asleep on the couch.

Question:  How many retirees to change a light bulb? 
Answer:  Only one, but it might take all day.

Question:  What's the biggest gripe of retirees? 
Answer:  There is not enough time to get everything done.

Question:  Why don't retirees mind being called Seniors? 
Answer:  The term comes with a 10% discount.

Question:  Among retirees what is considered formal attire? 
Answer:  Tied shoes.

Question:  Why do retirees count pennies? 
Answer:  They are the only ones who have the time.

Question:  What is the common term for someone who enjoys work and refuses to retire?
Answer:  NUTS!

Question:  Why are retirees so slow to clean out the basement, attic or garage?
Answer:  They know that as soon as they do,one of their adult kids will want to store stuff there.

Question:  What do retirees call a long lunch? 
Answer:   Normal.

Question:  What is the best way to describe retirement? 
Answer:  The never ending Coffee Break.

Question:  What's the biggest advantage of going back to school as a retiree?
Answer:  If you cut classes, no one calls your parents.

Question:  Why does a retiree often say he doesn't miss work, but misses the people he used to work with?
Answer:  He is too polite to tell the whole truth.

Question:  What do you do all week? 
Answer:  Monday through Friday, NOTHING..... Saturday & Sunday, I rest.

And there's more...

Reporter interviewing a 104-year-old woman:
'And what do you think is the best thing about being 104?' the reporter asked.  She simply replied, 'No peer pressure.'

The nice thing about being senile is you can hide your own Easter eggs.

I've sure gotten old! I've had two bypass surgeries, a hip replacement, new knees, fought prostate cancer and diabetes. I'm half blind, can't hear anything quieter than a jet engine, take 40 different medications that make me dizzy, winded, and subject to blackouts. Have bouts with dementia. Have poor circulation; I hardly feel my hands and feet anymore. Can't remember if I'm 85 or 92. Have lost all my friends. But, thank God, I still have my driver's license!

I feel like my body has gotten totally out of shape, so I got my doctor's permission to join a fitness club and start exercising. I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors. I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour. But, by the time I got my leotards on, the class was over.

An elderly woman decided to prepare her will and told her preacher she had two final requests. First, she wanted to be cremated, and second, she wanted her ashes scattered over Wal-Mart.  'Wal-Mart?' the preacher exclaimed. 'Why Wal-Mart?' 
'Then I'll be sure my children will visit me twice a week'.

My memory's not as sharp as it used to be. Also, my memory's not as sharp as it used to be.

Know how to prevent sagging?  Just eat till the wrinkles fill out.

It's scary when you start making the same noises as your coffee maker.

These days about half the stuff  in my shopping cart says, 'For fast relief.'

THE SENILITY PRAYER:
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.