So it’s happened. I’m 32 years old and I’ve officially hit Old Fogeydom. Old Fart. Really don’t know how it happened, or when, but it has and I’m trying to deal with it. What was the tip-off? Dying to know, aren’t ya?

I chipped a tooth eating pancakes.

Really.

I think I’ll go get my hair “set” today, lay on the makeup with a heavy hand, and yell at the kids for playing on my lawn.

Sigh…

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