I must be getting old.
The ads I see when I log in to Facebook have turned into things like “Here’s some great plastic surgery doctors in your area” and “Hurry to be sure you are part of this toilet connector class action lawsuit” (huh, what?).
I don’t feel old. Okay, my shoulder popped and creaked a little when I got out of bed this morning. The bathroom scale has turned into the least favorite item in the house.
But I can’t possibly be old yet. I can remember when my parents were my age.
Oh wait.