in this thread we post our REAL age (no minors please)

Hey...let me tell you something about 'older than dirt', you young whippersnapper!
Back in 1952 Mr. Potato Head was invented - now Mr. Lerner, who invented Mr. Potato Head might be 'older than dirt', but where in the world would we be without Mr. Potato Head??!!
 
I always say I'm 29 and holding--Where that came from I'm not sure..?? I will have been holding for 24 years soon. The only time I remember being upset was when I reallized both of my kids were out of high school. There was a brief pause (2-3 years) when they didn't need me anymore and I didn't worry about them..

Then came the grandkids -4 !! We are going to have a sleepover (tents) the first of august ! YEAH!! Susan
 
20....
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ETA: until Feb. 17th
 
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Percy Montrose, 1884

In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner,
And his daughter Clementine.

Chorus:
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

2. Light she was, and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine.
Chorus:

3. Walking lightly as a fairy,
Though her shoes were number nine,
Sometimes tripping, lightly skipping,
Lovely girl, my Clementine.
Chorus:

4. Drove she ducklings to the water
Ev'ry morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.
Chorus:

5. Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles soft and fine,
But alas, I was no swimmer,
Neither was my Clementine.
Chorus:

6. In a churchyard near the canyon,
Where the myrtle doth entwine,
There grow rosies and some posies,
Fertilized by Clementine.
Chorus:

7. Then, the miner, forty-niner,
Soon began to fret and pine,
Thought he oughter join his daughter,
So he's now with Clementine.
Chorus:

8. I'm so lonely, lost without her,
Wish I'd had a fishing line,
Which I might have cast about her,
Might have saved my Clementine.
Chorus:

9. In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
Robed in garments soaked with brine,
Then she rises from the waters,
And I kiss my Clementine.
Chorus:

10. Listen fellers, heed the warning
Of this tragic tale of mine,
Artificial respiration
Could have saved my Clementine.
Chorus:

11. How I missed her, how I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
Til I kissed her little sister,
And forgot my Clementine.
Chorus:
 
I'm 27 fixin' to be 28 in Oct. The other day at work one of the new girls said I looked familiar and asked if I had a kid her age. She was 28! How depressing.
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Everyone had a funny look and disappeared when I told her my age. In my defense i keep kids during the day and work at night.
 

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