Or how I learned to stop worrying and admit to getting old.
I have absolutely no idea how to text (nor am I totally won over to its value).
I can't stay up all night.
I like to keep my hair short.
The music that kids listen to these days...I don't get it.
I refer to teenagers as 'kids.'
I'm starting to think I really need make-up.
I'm tired. (Or maybe just pregnant...whichever...)
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I enjoyed your confessions, makes me think of my own...hmm. I am going to teach you how to text...it actually quite handy. c u later!
oh-oh...I guess that means I'm old too because I agree with every single statement.
although my hair has never been as short as yours. :) (It looks cuter on you!)
I have gray hairs... a lot of them.
Just have the kids teach you how to text! Julie is right-- It really is useful-- you'll love it.
Well, I'm with you on the texting. And the makeup. And everything else! Kids these days . . . mumble mumble :)
I'm totally old and proud of it.
you're not old lori, you're a wee baby still wet behind the ears!
you refer to teenagers as kids?
that's how i refer to school teachers, electricians, and dentists!
"hang on kid, i need to spit"
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