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...)
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Or how I learned to stop worrying and admit to getting old.