And then I turned 45
Last week, our neighbors invited us over for a 'meet the neighbors' gathering. When I was talking to Don, the proposed host, he mentioned that he had a son who was about to turn 16. Do you want to know what I said? Mildly hip, not-too-old, Brent? No, I did not say something like,"Oh that's great."
or
"How cool". Nope.
And instead I said,
"uh-oh, watch out."
crap, here I am 25 years old speaking as if i am 45, and that my life is reduced to being scared of young people getting their driver's licenses.
i must go now. i need to change my Depends.
posted by corbs @ 10:13 AM
10 Comments:
Now that is more like it. Welcome back, Cotter.
Depends? My adult diaper of choice is "Oops, I Crapped My Pants." They fit like a second skin.
gross, keely
Are you going to wait for another 6 months to post something new?
You got a weird Gen. 10:22 thing going on here, don't you.
Gen. 9:22
Hey Typo Timmy, way to save the day!!! And by the way, Shem, you really messed that one up, didn't you?? Ha! Ha! Ha!
And then I turned 45 and stopped writing on my blog. Make a post about that.
brent, new post, please! you haven't even updated it to say we're in charlotte!
I'm going to nuke the Middle East.
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