I'm old. You want to know how I know?
Because I no longer roll my eyes when people say "time sure does fly, the older you get."
Now I just shake my head furiously in agreement.
I fear large groups of teenagers, like the one on my flight yesterday afternoon. All the girls had 4,321 bobby pins in their hair and sported matching lip gloss. Beyond frightening.
I caught myself driving a few miles BELOW the speed limit last week. Who AM I?
Swear on my life, I stabbed myself under a fingernail with a pen two days ago and I actually yelled, "JIMMINY CHRISTMAS!"
In my youthful days, the F-bomb would have been appropriate.
I'm sitting here, at my computer, blogging as an Icy Hot back patch works it's magic.
Need I say more?
Suddenly I'm overcome with a desire to watch Golden Girls reruns....they make old sexy.