You know you’re getting old

You know you’re getting old when discovering a country road you’ve never traveled before makes your day (or possibly your week if the Price is Right is on reruns). 

You know you’re getting old when you remember that you’ve actually traveled that country road before, you just forgot. 

You know you’re getting old when you’re fiddling with a nut and bolt on a scorching summer day and your fingers remain as nimble as unthawed fish sticks. 

You know you’re getting old when your wife asks you what the bouquet is for because she forgot your wedding anniversary. 

You know you’re getting old when you don’t wear a bee suit because your skin is impervious to all but the stoutest stingers. 

You know you’re getting old when you don’t need an alarm clock because your bladder will suffice. 

You know you’re getting old when any joke about “selective hearing” no longer holds true because you really are hard of hearing. 

You know you’re getting old when you can remember the good ole days when people merely hid liquor stills in old run down barns instead of meth labs.   

You know you’re getting old when you pull a muscle sleeping.

You know you’re getting old when you’ve raised multiple iterations of cows with the same name.

You know you’re getting old when you feel how your dilapidated barn looks.

You know you’re getting old when you can’t think of anything else to write about for your blog so you resort to you know you’re getting old jokes.