I didn’t make it to midnight last night. I drank some TheraFlu and went to bed.
I’m getting old, folks. In a few weeks, I’ll be 25. 25! I’ll be 75 years closer to 100! EEP! There are already some fine lines appearing on my forehead which means I can inject my skin with botox bubbles and apply for Real Housewives of Orange County or I can stop acting surprised whenever people tell me completely new information. I cannot help the latter.
The other night, Mike told me that he was one of the only kids who did not see the Sound of Music in the theater and I was shocked. Not shocked that he didn’t have the money because I knew that he grew up in a house of nine children and I would imagine that in desperate times they had to co-shoe, but I cannot believe that the Sound of Music didn’t always exist in a two-disc Collector’s DVD set.
Nathan already knew this. He knows I had him just so I would have someone my age to play with.