So apparently I am an old fogey now. I was exhausted all day at work after a late night. What was I doing? I drank too much tea, got all hopped up on caffeine, and was embroidering listening to Glenn Miller and his orchestra.
I’m totally fine with this. I’ll be thirty in half a year’s time, so I need to come to terms with being an old lady. Look! I embrace it! With pearls!
If you think about it, I’ve probably been an old lady for a long time now, and just haven’t even noticed:
I hate rap music. I don’t understand why it’s so popular either.
I don’t like going to the movies – they’re too expensive and never good.
I’m always too cold. Or too hot. And very vocal about it, too.
I go to the grocery store for single items just because I like getting out of the house and wandering the aisles.
I’ve caught myself using the phrase “things were better before the Internet.” ironic? Probably.
Do you act your age?