The other day I saw a promo for a typical Lifetime movie: the mother is trying to stop the daughter from having sex too young, and meanwhile the mother gets pregnant.
Daughter (in tears): How come what you say doesn’t apply to YOU!
Mother (indignantly): I’m 38 years old!
I watched this and I thought, am I *really* that old? I don’t feel like I am. I feel like I’m, at best, in my early 20s. I’ve felt like I had my whole life ahead of me for years, and now I look around and realize, half of it is gone.
Here’s to a really good second half.
yeah, if you stop eating so much damn macaroni and cheese!
You’re 38? Damn; you’re _old_.
Still a few years younger than me, though. Whee! I win! Oh, uh, rats…
Unless you have a guest at your house and they drip water all over your bathroom floor because there’s no hand towel and you slip on the wet tile and hit your head on the bathtub.
Then, like, way more than half of it is gone.