In a pathetic attempt to win a war of minds and intelligence, a young man of about 21 has called me over the hill…no, he’d never seen me. I was talking to an active student at my college. I’m not even near 40 and I’m not wrinkly – not a wrinkle on me…well, I have a few on my hand in the palm area but those have been here since I can remember…you know the days my memory is clear at 30. 😉 So, er, just so you know, 30 is the new 40? NO, 30 is the new 70, didn’t you know? We all need to be in assisted living once out of our 20’s? ROTFLMAO – that made my effing day! Hahahahaha, I love being called old when I’m not even near old. 😉
Special thanks to that kid for making it certain I can say things like “You kids get off of my grass! You whippersnappers! When I was your age, I had too many friends to hang with, too many parties to go to, and was too amicable to be trampling someone’s grass!” Aw, f***, wait, I still have too many friends and too much of a life to do that. Dang, I’m an active senior! Wait…if my mom is 31 years older than me (and she is,) what does that make her at 61?
As long as I can be the crazy old lady sitting in a rocker on my porch with a gun, I’m actually okay with it. 😉
This has totally made my day! I love being an active senior! 😉
~Cat
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