From Forbes:

Bozos kill companies. Here’s how to ensure your company operates by a strict "No Bozo" policy.

http://www.forbes.com/sites/ericjackson/2012/01/31/why-every-company-needs-a-no-bozo-policy/

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &70′s, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ….. I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody’s beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.

So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don’t question myself anymore. I’ve even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).

… you come right out and say whatever she tells you to think.

… your wife doesn’t have to raise the roof; all she has to do is raise an eyebrow.

… you always have the last word — and it’s always, "I apologize"

… the last big decision she let you make was whether to wash or to dry.

… you was a dude before marriage — now you’re subdued.

… you married her for her looks, but not the kind you’re getting now.

… she complains about the noise you make — when you’re fixing her breakfast.

… you go to a woman dentist because it’s such a relief to be told to open your mouth instead of shut it.

… every once in a while, she comes to you on bended knees — when she dares you to come out from under the bed.

"His name is Sniffer, and he’s the best there is," he said. "I’ll show you once we get airborne when I put him to work."

The plane took off, and once it had leveled out, the agent said, "Watch this."

He told Sniffer to "search."

Sniffer jumped down, walked along the aisle, and finally sat very purposefully next to a woman for several seconds. Sniffer then returned to his seat and put one paw on the agent’s arm. The agent said, "Good boy." He turned to the other man and said, "That woman is in possession of marijuana, so I’m making a note of her seat number. The authorities will apprehend her when we land."

"Say, that’s pretty neat," replied the first man. Once again, the agent sent Sniffer to search the aisles. The Lab sniffed about, sat down beside a man for a few seconds, returned to his seat and placed two paws on the agent’s arm. The agent said, "That man is carrying cocaine, so again, I’m making a note of his seat number for the police."

The agent then told Sniffer to search again. Sniffer walked up and down the aisles for a little while, sat down for a moment, and then came racing back to the agent. He jumped into the middle seat and proceeded to poop all over the place. The first man was really disgusted by this behavior and couldn’t figure out why a well-trained dog would act like that, so he asked the agent, "What’s going on?"

The agent nervously replied, "He just found a bomb!"