I found an invitation to join AARP in my mailbox on the eve of my 47th birthday. The nerve.

Adding insult to injury, not only do I discover how deep the crows feet are getting around my eyes as I approach my 47th birthday, but the assholes at AARP thought it was time to reach out and invite me to join their sorry old asses.

And to them I say, “Fuck you.”

They can have me in three years.

18 thoughts on “fuck you aarp

  1. Don’t worry Amy. It’s really not so bad! I feel better today at 60 than I did 10 years ago, and you will too. You’re smart, funny looking great, and writing this wonderful blog. All up!

  2. You go Amy!!!! I’m 56 but feel like I’m 26, I don’t need or want the AARP pigeon holing me, I’m am young at heart an intend to stay that way!

  3. Ok, lol, just looked at the dates on these posts, I just commented on one from three years ago, preeeety sure she won’t see that….

  4. Haha… no seriously, I think this is funny. I just came across your blog while searching Google to see where mine ranked.

    I just posted about this very topic on my own site and I remember vividly feeling the same way about getting mail from AARP. Of course, I’ve changed my mind about it since 🙂

    Now that it’s 3 years later, I’m curious to know if you still feel the same way. It’s actually no a bad deal.

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