On my way home tonight I pass a GIANT party going on outside our apartment complex for The Quail Hollow Golf Tournament. I call Allen and say, "Hey there is this big party going on, Do you want to go?" Allen replies, "I don't think so, it is already 9:20".
I didn't argue... I just thought, oh yeah that is late.
When did we start acting so old?
From the opposite end of the spectrum, as we were approaching the check in counter for our cruise the attendant gives us a stressful look.
We say, "Good morning!"
She sighs and says, "Tell me at least one of you is 21 years old".
Moral of the story: we look 18 and act 72.
We are neither.
Awesome.
Love it!!!
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