These are just some recent worrisome moments:
- I realized that I eat dinner as early as possible. If I can eat at 4:00, that rocks!
- I bought prunes. In bulk.
- Hubby and I went to one of our favorite cafes for dinner on Thursday. But we got there a little later than usual. And instead of the quiet little cafe we are used to, it was this hotbed of Emo youth, this army of disaffected college/high school kids in skinny jeans and faux vintage tee-shirts, with big, black discs in their earlobes. The place was literally swarming with them. And they were setting up some kind of sound system, as if some of them were going to play music. And Hubby and I looked at each other, both realizing that we were now the oldest people in the place, and we were both completely annoyed with all of them. One of us might have even said "kids today."
- I save the twist ties from bags of bread. And I have no idea why.
Seriously. I'm worried. I don't want to miss the middle ages of my life. (I'm confident they'll be like the Middle Ages I studied in school, and I'll get a castle and a horse and big, fancy dresses. That happens, right?). I need to find a way to halt this freaky time skippage (preferably without having to wear skinny jeans and ear discs) so as to enjoy both my adulthood and middle age (before I enjoy my old age).
Maybe summer will help....
tell it to me tuesdays