My birthday is coming up next week and as such, I will no longer be able to use my current favorite phrase, "I'm 28 going on 80". This phrase is usually my prefix to some revealing some granny-eqsque habit/ideaology I've acquired that may be unusual for someone of my actual generation.
For example, I have an extreme affinity for my crock pot. I love to floss. I made curtains for my bedroom. I cook - alot, in large quantities - for my household of one. I make bars.
If I had a lawn, I'd probably tell people to get off it.
My friend Joyce and I were talking about this last night and decided that we are definitely going on 80. Our conversation topics centered around the following:
Why Work is Stressful
Why Work is Necessary
Malpractice lawsuits, driving up insurance
Taxing junk food
Norm vs. Franken
Yelling at people to shut the patio door, we were cold!
What a Membership at the Historical Society Gets You
And yes, I was home by 10:15, for the weather.
///No granny panties, yet though.
////Ok, maybe one pair.