My young grandson called the other day to wish me Happy Birthday.  He asked me how old I was, and I told him, 80.  My grandson was quiet for a moment, and then he asked, “Did you start at 1?”

One of the better ways to get back on your feet is to miss a few car payments.

A grandmother was telling her little granddaughter what her own childhood was like.  “We used to skate outside on a pond.  I had a swing made from a tire in our front yard.  We rode our pony.  We picked wild raspberries in the woods.”  The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this all in.  At last she said, “I sure wish I’d gotten to know you sooner!”