Following on from Wednesday's depressing post o' misery, signs I am getting old are as follows:- When I get up from my seat after having my legs folded up in one of my usual bizarre positions, my joints hurt.
- When I get up (in general), I groan.
- I hand out tissues to people when they've got the sniffles. (Though I'm not yet keeping them in my bra or up my sleeve.)
- I don't understand today's fashion.
- I don't understand kids these days,
- I think that the cartoons on TV totally blow in comparison to the ones I used to watch when I was a wee tyke.
- I don't like CGI movies (the Pixar stuff, you know) or TV shows. I like the type of animation that people draw. With their hands.
- There's nothing like a good cup of tea.
I bought a pretty dress today!!!!
That is all.
6 comments:
I don't get todays fashion either. I hate plaid. Bogan anyone? Ruffles are just disgusting and as far as skinny jeans tucked into boots goes - well, I think that's going to be the mullet of the noughties.
Nothing, repeat NOTHING, compares to classic disney films.
OH MY GOD I KEEP TISSUES UP MY SLEEVE.
I also hate the CGI shit. And the no singing.
At least you're immune to the gradual but demoralising process of spinsterification. Every man, woman and airborne pot of petunias I know is either married or living happily in sin, and I'll tell you it's pretty irritating. Irritating enough to make you want a nice hot cup of tea.
Phishez, what is it with the flanno shirts? I see a homeless man wearing a flanno, and then I look over at the pretty young things, and they are also wearing flannos. I am confused.
Audrey! Ignore my sleeve bit, it's all about the bra. Yes, and where is the singing? Have the kids these days decided that singing is lame?
Mark, if I come across as one of the smug couple-types then you have permission to kick me square in the nads.
Mm, tea.
Sadly RAT, I also stuff them in my bra. I'm offically ancient.
Oh, Audrey. We all know that I talk bollocks. You aren't ancient. You're lovely.
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