Cute young woman or dirty old lady?
On the one hand, I think I’ve got a young ski outfit. I’m short, in my head that means I’m still growing. I feel young. I wear silly tshirts, I put my hair in pigtails. I stay up late and go out dancing.
On the other hand, I totally use Oil of Olay and have a bad knee and aches and pains. I complain about kids driving too fast. I know about the 80s, which was forever ago now.
Let me explain. I went skiing by myself. It’s hard – you have to know where you put the car and get all your own stuff. But it’s fun – you can do the same run 1000 times and stop when you want and talk to strangers on the chair lift.
I’ve never felt old or grown up. I don’t have those markers, other than being married- no mortgage, kids, whatever. So explain to me why talking to the guy on the lift and finding out he was 26 (I’m 27) made me feel like someone’s great great aunt?? I mean, I felt old! I usually assume anyone not in the Reindeer Club ski school is way waaay older than me. If you don’t look like a teenager, you’re 50. Apparently I’m closer to the latter now. And no one warned me! Today is the first day I’ve ever felt old. Hopefully it passes…
As your younger brother, it’s my official duty to tell you that you’re old. ♥
As someone who can kick your younger brother’s ass, it’s my official duty to warn your younger brother that he’s about to get his ass kicked.
No offense, but I’m pretty sure you’d need the steroids of A-Roid and Bonds combined to make that happen 😛
No offense taken. It’s always more fun to kick the ass of someone who doesn’t see it coming.
While we’re on impossible things, it’s always fun to jump in the air and fly like Superman…
I think that Snippy & Craig need to start their own blog together. These rants are hilarious.
I’m a little upset that they are forgetting this space is supposed to be all about ME…j/k
Who are you again?
I will referee. Next time we are all together we are going to have a challenge match!
What does this challenge match entail?
Hopefully, cages and fire.
I vote for a clean game of Slaps. Oh, and for the record, no one born in the 80’s could be considered old. I was rocking out to Madonna before you were potty-trained, and I’m not old, so case closed.
If it makes you feel better, I feel really old when I find out I am talking to someone who was born in the 80’s.
Trish – when do we start being old?
Andy – A little, thanks. 🙂
Spend a week with me – I’ll show you what old is – you’re not even close.
Hmm. Good question. Maybe when the tiny basket of my motorized shopping cart overflows with Rx’s, Depends, SeaBond, Ben-Gay, Ex-Lax and sugar-free, low-sodium foods? I don’t want to get old… my family makes ornery old people 🙂
You’re old if you find this amusing for the wrong reason:
*high fives Craig*
I got called ma’am at Randall’s the other day. I almost leaped over the check out and attacked the zit faced red head like “I was all jacked up on Mt Dew” Bastards…. For the records, I am 26… with achey knees.
Crystal -Yay, you’re here! And hilarious, as usual.