Just when I was getting used to the idea of turning 30 (start planning your over-the-hill themed presents now; you've still got about 6 months), I find out that I'm actually much older.
According to Facebook, I act like I'm 43. Wow. That's rough.
Of course, I mean no offense to any 40-somethings who may be reading this. It's just that ... well ... would you want to be accused of acting 14 years older than you really are? I didn't think so.
What's worse is that I think it might be right. In honor of my biological age, here's 29 reasons why I may, in fact, be confused with a middle-aged woman:
- I drive a mini-van
- And I think it's cool.
- I'm routinely plucking grey hairs from the top of my head
- And from my face.
- I have, on multiple occassions, scheduled my evening around the late night show.
- That is, on the few occasions where I was up past 10 p.m.
- I recently bought a hideous pair of shorts, with an elastic waistband, because they were $6.
- Then I wore them in public.
- I own a swimsuit with a built-in skirt.
- And the only reason I quit wearing it was because I'd had it so long it was becoming see-through.
- I buy underwear based on practicality.
- It's been at least six months since I've seen the end of a movie without falling asleep.
- I've used the term "blouse" in the last week.
- I refer to college students as kids.
- And I don't understand what the kids are in to.
- I can count the texts I've sent -- ever -- on my fingers.
- I eat Fiber One bars for breakfast (They're REALLY good).
- I gripe about commercials being too loud.
- I do not know, nor do I care, who Lady Gaga is.
- But I do crank up the radio when Phillips, Craig and Dean are singing.
- Or when a Mr. Big song comes on
- Or Lionel Ritchie
- Or Aerosmith
- Or D.C. Talk
- Or practically any hair band from the early 90s.
- The last time I saw Zach Effron, my first thought was, "Why doesn't that boy cut his hair?"
- My purse is large enough to house a small family of rodents.
- I have no desire to read or see Twilight. It's not a moral stance. It just seems absurd to me.
- My favorite attraction at Disney World was the Hall of Presidents.
Wow, when I put this all together, I realize I'm even lamer than I thought.
Perhaps I'm more like 73.
1 comment:
lol. I wonder how old I am. At least I don't have a minivan yet!
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