[Villages PL]

There are no wrong answers to this question.

Do you celebrate because you are genuinely happy to be older?

[coralway]

Birthdays are important - in fact, I would even go so far as to say vital.

How else would us bachelors know it's time to change our socks?

[2BNTV]

Originally Posted by coralway

Birthdays are important - in fact, I would even go so far as to say vital.

How else would us bachelors know it's time to change our socks?

[Villages PL]

You know you're getting old when...."Getting a little action" means you don't need to take a laxative.

[2BNTV]

Originally Posted by Villages PL

You know you're getting old when...."Getting a little action" means you don't need to take a laxative.

This is hilarious.

[VillagesFlorida]

Originally Posted by Villages PL

There are no wrong answers to this question.

Do you celebrate because you are genuinely happy to be older?

(Oops! I think I posted on the wrong board.)

Yeah, I am genuinely happy to have a birthday now. About 15 years ago I began SUBTRACTING a year off my age every time my birthday came around. I am happy to report that I am now all the way back to 56 and still getting younger by the day! When I get to 39 I am just going to stay there.

[2BNTV]

My grandmother said she was seventy years old for the last eight years of her life.

[l2ridehd]

I still celebrate. Seems like having the birthday is a lot better then not having one.

[angiefox10]

For the presents!

[Uptown Girl]

All the answers so far have provided my daily chuckle!

One day, nearing my 40th birthday, I found myself thinking deeply about my Mom, the day she gave me birth and all that had transpired since that time. I decided to send her flowers to honor her on my special day.
I continued every year after that, sending different flowers each time.

After she passed away, I found all the cards that had accompanied each bouquet, tucked in an envelope with my name on it.. On the back of each card she had written:
'...and I love you so...'

Now my birthdays are days to joyfully think of Momma, 'send' her lots of love.... and just be happy! A very cool thing.

[KathieI]

Originally Posted by l2ridehd

I still celebrate. Seems like having the birthday is a lot better then not having one.

Agree,,, the alternative SUX!!!! I'm happy every year that I made it another year. My daddy felt the same and he lived to 94 and loved every single minute of it and every birthday!! Its all in attitude.

[angiefox10]

Originally Posted by Uptown Girl

All the answers so far have provided my daily chuckle!

One day, nearing my 40th birthday, I found myself thinking deeply about my Mom, the day she gave me birth and all that had transpired since that time. I decided to send her flowers to honor her on my special day.
I continued every year after that, sending different flowers each time.

After she passed away, I found all the cards that had accompanied each bouquet, tucked in an envelope with my name on it.. On the back of each card she had written:
'...and I love you so...'

Now my birthdays are days to joyfully think of Momma, 'send' her lots of love.... and just be happy! A very cool thing.

Lovely story.... But now I'm doing the "ugly" cry!

[swrinfla]

I try to "avoid" my birthday, unless it's a milestone one! Then I may try to make a big deal out of it. When no one pays any attention, then I know that I'm probably "too old!"

Unfortunately, many of my friends are too likely to remind me that "It's your birthday!"

It is always nice, though, that one of my older brothers remembers to tell me "Happy Birthday, kid!"

SWR

[cybrgeezer]

On her 40th birthday, my daughter informed me that henceforth, "We will celebrate the birthday but forget the number of years."

Sorry, kiddo, it ain't working. You'll be 45 in March and I'll be sure you know it.

[GTTPF]

Originally Posted by Uptown Girl

All the answers so far have provided my daily chuckle!

One day, nearing my 40th birthday, I found myself thinking deeply about my Mom, the day she gave me birth and all that had transpired since that time. I decided to send her flowers to honor her on my special day.
I continued every year after that, sending different flowers each time.

After she passed away, I found all the cards that had accompanied each bouquet, tucked in an envelope with my name on it.. On the back of each card she had written:
'...and I love you so...'

Now my birthdays are days to joyfully think of Momma, 'send' her lots of love.... and just be happy! A very cool thing.

That story made my day. Thank You!