age IS TOO a number… just not the one you think.

So, if you’re my friend on Facebook, I’ve already delved into that topic there, but this is the first blog-worthy thing I’ve thought of in a month so some of you get to read it twice…

So evidently I am old.

How do I know this? Easy.

I am driving home after an evening meeting at school, and it is quite dark. (Side note: One of the ways in which one knows that one is becoming more “domestic” is the frequency one drives in the dark dark. When you have young children, and those children like to be home at bedtime, one tends to be home at night 99.9% of the time.) So, with the recent “fall back” time change, it occurred to me that I haven’t driven much beyond the limit of my hometown after dark in quite some time because it felt weird to be on the interstate at night.

But how does this make me old? Well… I’m driving down the interstate, rocking out to “The Pina Colada Song” by Rupert Holmes and I suddenly realize, “Hey, I’m driving pretty fast. I better slow down before I get pulled over.” So I look down to check my speed and the spedomoter read….

sixty-seven. miles. per. hour.

Are you FREAKING kidding me????

67 miles per hour feels too fast? What has happened to me?

Evidently I need to get my night vision checked because  I sure don’t want to get rear-ended by some septuagenarian whippersnapper going a speedy 65 mph some day.



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