Words to the Wise

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On the verge of my Valentine's Day 80th birthday, this is what I know: 


The grass is not always greener on most days, especially hard days. But remember, there are so MANY shades of green. Embrace your moss, kelly, opal, citroen, mint, hunter, chartreuse. Embrace all weathers, all shades of you. 


Money does not make you happy, but you can use it to wipe away the tears.


Addiction in any form ruins your life.


Whomever said friends weren’t important didn’t have any.


It’s not easy to let go of the past, but it’s harder to hold on to it.


Always play hard to get; it’s more attractive.


If someone hurts your feelings, don’t take it personally—it’s all about them.


Sharing is caring, except when it’s a bribe.


You don’t choose your family. After that it’s up to you.


When you’re depressed, take a pill.


When you’re not depressed, take a pill.  Oops: I forgot I’m in AA.


Separation anxiety is a real thing. Cutting the apron strings can be a bitch.


Ken and Barbie are not real.


The opposite of FEAR is FAITH—unless you’re a coward, then have a Twinkie.  


Always follow your dreams.


It’s never too late. I don’t—and you should not—quit before the miracle.


Your parents are never as bad as you think they are—unless they are.


Blondes do have more fun. Redheads, however, have the most fun. 


I tried it (whatever the "it" of the moment was), and it didn't help. 


Plastic surgery can improve your self esteem, but it really depends on the surgeon.


Straight A’s don’t count in hospice.


It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Check out the divorce rate.


I should have married my seventh-grade boyfriend, Marty Cohen. At age twelve, he was kind, attentive and funny. He went on to become a doctor. Even my parents would have approved. Hold on to the keepers. 


Loneliness kills.


Honesty is the best policy, except when you’re in government.


Don’t cry over spilled milk, unless it’s chocolate.