I went bathing suit shopping this week. I know, I know--it struck terror into my heart too. There are very few women out there who actually enjoy shopping for bathing suits--and if you do, more power to you.
Me? Terrorized. Traumatized. Ugh. (Tank-inis, btw, are my new best friend.)
But I digress.
There came a time while I was shopping that I found myself thinking, "I'm too old for that one, and that one, and that one."
Too old? What? Whoa. The truth is, I am too old for certain styles. Of course this doesn't make me like them any less--I just foist them on my daughter now.
But this got me thinking about other things lately where I realize I might be getting older when...
I actually read the wrinkle ads in the magazines. Word for word.
I realize that buying short-shorts is a bad idea, because even though they still look halfway decent on me, I'm mature enough to recognize that just because I can wear them doesn't mean I should.
Long road trips sound more like torture than fun.
How about you? You know you're getting older when...?