Today Lola and I were talking about how we were feeling old…not wanting to leave the house after 4pm, getting into pj’s by 7pm..etc..
Lola – I need to get my hair colored..I found more gray hair. I am so old.
Me – If you are old, what am I?
Lola – Almost old.
If you think you’re old – wait til you hear this. When I was leading youth group last week, one of the teens said she really needeed to spend more time with her grandparents before they die – they are REALLY old. When I asked how old they were – she said 62 – YIKES – I’m older than her grandparents – so I must be mostly dead.