I remember being a kid riding in the car with my father listening to the oldies station he liked. It was the late 70's, so I suppose we were listening to music from the 50's. Well, to be honest, I didn't really care for it. Actually, if you want to know the truth, I hated it. I thought it was incredibly dorky, and of course I would never do the same thing, I told myself.
Can you see where this is going? The other day, I was driving in my car, jamming to a song by General Public, and all of a sudden it hit me like a ton of bricks.
I'm doing the same thing. Oh s***, I am old!
Couple that with the nose hair discovery from last week, and I am kind of freaking out.
If I start growing huge tufts of hair on my back and the top of my chest, you have my permission to smack me. Oh, and you can help me wax.
If I start watching Fox News incessently, you can knock me off. Seriously.