I suppose the time was sure to come. I am officially old. Four months shy of number 36.
Proof x 3
1- While looking at sale shoes on Friday, I found a pair of black Converse in my size for $10. TEN DOLLARS! They were comfortable. And cute.
Erin was quick to point out that those were teenager shoes. Those kind with the white on the toes. I asked her if she would still go to the store with me if I wore them.
To the checkout I go!
2- Erin was choreographing Luke & I on a dance she created.
I had to stand in the back. Behind Luke.
BECAUSE I'M OLDER!
Of course, she clarified TALLER when I teased her about it.
3- I don't really remember what the third instance was. But I remember there was one.
Short term memory loss? That's not a sign of aging, is it?