It's a illness really

This weekend I have finally accepted the fact that I am OLD. 

OK, not geriatric in a nursing home quite yet, but definitely not 21 and ready to party. The symptoms had been showing themselves more and more and then this weekend solidified the diagnosis.

So in the spirit of another famous doctor, Jeff Foxworthy...

You might be getting old if:

• Instead of getting invited to keg parties, your invitation list is full of wedding and baby showers.
• You have come full circle and have an early bed time and also need your afternoon nap
• You get really excited about a couch, and appliances, and anything you once could have cared less about
• The kids you used to babysit are now in college and can legally drink
• Sleeping in is now considered 9:00
• Staying out past midnight is crazy and you pay dearly for it the next day
• A bottle of wine will get you hammered, no longer a bottle of liquor, that would kill you
• You hear your mother's voice come out of your mouth every now and then
• A trip to the grocery store wears you out and seems to be the most frequent shopping trip you make
• You clean out your closet and realize that most of it is too short for you to actually wear anymore

So friends, there you have it.  I have caught and am coping with this horrible disease.  If you yourself have fallen victim to this illness, please seek attention at your closest liquor store, but remember your liver calluses have softened and a smaller dose is necessary.

Also, please feel free to add any symptoms you yourself have felt so that others may benefit and self diagnose.


Separate note: I LOVE MY NEW COUCH and it would love visitors!