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I'm Getting Old Right?

I think so. If I had gotten out of work 30 minutes earlier last night, I would have been more willing to go out. As it was, the overnight guy was 30 minutes late so that didn't happen for me. By the time I got home it was 1130 and I didn't feel up to fighting the crowds at one of the two bars near our house. We didn't have booze at home so that was out. I feel old in that we didn't go out last year either because there was a blizzard and I like my life, no matter how sad and pathetic it can be sometimes.

I read the news, the husband played Super Mario Bros. 3 on the Wii. It was fun. The kids were asleep, that was a bonus. That's it. We've hit old fuddy duddy stage. I'm so sad.

We're heading over to Pedro Juan's today for a get together. It's gonna be loud, crazy and hopefully fun. (I've got a killer migraine and not from booze, sad.)

I hope everyone had a great New Year's Celebration. Don't talk to loud today unless you like pain.


Les Becker said…
You think YOU'RE getting old?! I "celebrated" in my living room alone (unless you count David Letterman)... and... I ENJOYED it. THAT'S old.

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