Midlife is when you go to the doctor and you realize you are now so old you have to pay someone to look at you naked.

The good news about midlife is that the glass is still half-full … of course, the bad news is that it wont be long before your teeth are floating in it.

Midlife women no longer have upper arms, we have wingspans … we are no longer women in sleeveless shirts, we are flying squirrels in drag.

You know you are getting old when you go for a mammogram and you realize it is the only time someone will ask you to appear topless in film.

Midlife is when you bounce (a lot), but you dont bounce back. (Its more like Splat!)

Midlife brings the wisdom that life throws you curves … and that youre now sitting on your biggest ones.

Its very hard to get jiggy with it in midlife … jiggly, yes; jiggy, no.

Midlife is when your 1970s Body-by-Jake now includes Legs-by-Rand McNally. (more red and blue lines than an accurately scaled map of the state of Wisconsin).

Midlife is when you want to grab every firm young lovely in a tube top and scream, Listen, honey, even the Roman Empire fell, and those things will too!

Midlife is when you start to repeat yourself … and your chins follow suit.

Midlife is when you realize that if you were a dog, youd need a control top flea collar.

Midlife is when your memory really starts to go. The only thing you still retain is water.

You become more reflective in midlife. You start pondering the big questions – what is life, why am I here … how much Healthy Choice ice cream can I eat before its no longer a healthy choice.