Getting older can suck it!

You know you're getting older when...

• you throw your hip out just climbing into the Jeep.
• you stay up until 3 a.m. Friday night and sleep until 3 p.m. the next day. And you're still tired.
• you hear yourself saying to your 17-year old "I've never heard of that band".
• you hear yourself saying to your husband "OMG, these kids sure listen to awful music these days!"
• you talk about the consistency and frequency of your poop on a daily basis.

Oh, I could go on, but you get the picture. It's starting to look pretty grim! I did, however, not only get carded on Friday night, but after I went all the way back home to get my ID, the bartender scrutinized it for a really long time and still thought it was FAKE! W00t! The backstory is simply that we went to a little party and all decided to go out to karaoke. Since I had walked to the party, I didn't have my ID with me. I thought I could get into the bar but... no. I thought then that I could sneak in through the side door, but no! I actually had to go all the way home, get my id and go back. We sang a Bob Marley song. I bought a beer, but only barely. Exciting, eh? Anyway, people apparently think I look 12. That's cool, I guess.

I am wondering what's more important (or better), looking young or feeling young? I guess we take whatever we can get, right?

Speaking of being young, I have had numerous conversations recently about my mullet history. When I was about 14 to 15, I had a mullet. In my defense, it was 1983 and it was Texas. I have been challenged to post a picture of me rocking the mullet and as soon as I find one, I will be scanning it and publicly humilating myself with it!