I missed my mother-in-law's birthday yesterday. She turned 88. So I called her this morning. Part of the conversation went like this:
MIL: I don't feel 88.
J: How do you know? You've only been 88 one day.
MIL: I see those other people who are 88 and they're old. I mean old and feeble. I know I'm old, and I look old, but I don't feel old.
And she sounded like a 27-year-old. (Though she insists on 18.)