Being an adult means your pain never goes away, it just migrates to a new location in your body.

Tiime isn’t on my side, it’s on my face, wrinkling my forehead.

Welcome to your 40s. Your ability to be sneaky will now be hindered by your bones cracking when you walk.

One day you’re young and fun and the next you’re searching “Thanksgiving recipes that won’t cause heartburn.”

Getting older is sexy. You moan more.

Welcome to your late 40s! From now on you will no longer be in “good health” but in “good health for your age”.

At my age I don’t sleep, I nap between pee breaks.

I get sad when I see how old people my age are.

Getting old would be so fun if you didn’t wake up each morning with neck pain that suggests you slept hanging upside down like a bat.

Hundreds, nay, thousands of movies about falling in love but only one movie about a beach that makes you old.

Perhaps the best thing about getting older is that I no longer want to know everything.

Welcome to your 40s: you’re not having a midlife crisis, you’re just awake.

I can’t wait to see my older sister so she can point out I have more gray hair than she does.

Welcome to your 40s! You’re gonna need several doctors, no matter how many apples.

Welcome to your 40s, you now respond to every younger person telling you their age with “Jesus Christ”.

I’ve reached the age where my train of thought often leaves the station without me.

A plus of getting older is not having to make as much small talk because half the conversation is spent asking the other person to repeat what they just said.

Forget Botox. If you really want to look younger, get braces.

Growing old is a process of saying “it’s probably nothing,” with increasing frequency and increasingly being wrong.

Welcome to your 40s. Your eyes are now like a camera someone doesn’t know how to focus.