The last few days I have come to this shocking revelation: I am getting old. Here is a small sampling of the evidence redneck style...
YOU KNOW YOU'RE GETTING OLD
** when you don't cry when you get your hair chopped off several inches by a non-professional. (so my sis convinced me she had watched enough you-tube videos on hair cutting to know what she was doing. Not quite convinced, but you can't beat a free haircut!)
** when you about pass out from playing 4 straight tennis games. And you kindof want to throw up at the end.
** when you are chaperoning the YM/YW indexing party that is supposed to go until midnight and you are silently praying the whole time that the kids will just beg to go home early. And of course they don't so you take your anger out by beating a poor deacon soundly at air hockey.
**when you actually enjoy Women's Conf. and General Conf. and not just because you can watch them in your jammies.
I'm sure there are more reasons, but that might involve too much introspection and I said I was getting old, not mature!