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Jun 22 2008

Things that tell me I’m getting old

Things that tell me I’m getting old

I remember LP’s

My level of understanding teenspeak is on a par with my Swahili

I dress for comfort instead of fashion and will answer the door like that

My bathroom (aka the mad scientist’s lab) has every label prefixed by “anti-”

I think an iPod’s a fancy pea

Kids call me ma’am

My doctor looks as if he should really be in preschool

I wrap up for winter and don’t mind sensible boots

I can’t remember my hair color

I can’t remember much actually

I look at the box to remind me of my hair color

I need my glasses to look at the box

I say “ooooof!” when I bend and get back up

I need a hoist to get out of a beanbag

My school calculator was the size of a brick

I won’t hear a bad word said about The Hair Bear Bunch

I have no clue who’s at #1 in the charts

My pharmacist is on first-name terms with me

I can trace the lineage of everyone on Coronation Street to the original cast

My doctor writes my prescription before I even arrange an appointment

I think that Adult Swim is a dirty channel

I can trace the lineage of everyone on Coronation Street to their REAL father

I call every videogame system an “Atari”

I realize that menopause wasn’t worth the wait

I start by using the phrase “See where there used to be…” when I give directions

I wonder why the latest videogame console doesn’t have a tape deck

I watch the obituaries for anyone I might know instead of births and marriages

I watch the obituaries for my old bosses. Still waiting…

I remember when you didn’t need a remote to work the TV

I suddenly get every “My mother-in-law” joke

I wonder why all the dirty jokes I told as a kid offend me nowadays.

I pull out a guitar and start singing “Kumbayah” at friend’s birthday parties

I can find my pet rock in the attic and bore kids to death with the memories we shared

I cannot pronounce my nephew’s favorite TV show

I now know why my mother didn’t want me going out dressed like that

My son wonders where you put the quarters in my old cellphone

I ask him why “Annie May” is such a popular cartoon character

I remember when cash registers had buttons that went cha-ching! and not beep

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