when I'm 94...

I think the greatest blessing about getting old is that suddenly you can say whatever you want again without consequence.

When I'm 94...

I will tell it like it is,

even if that means saying "Oh! she got fat!"

or calling someone a "money hungry little bitch"

and I will refer to any pills I am taking as my "birth control."

But perhaps most importantly I will revel in telling my grandchildren about my sex life (both past and hopefully present).