I feel old everytime I drive past a gas station. Why? Because every single time, without fail, I say to myself, or to Ryan, “I remember when gas was only a dollar”.
Then I got excited when I saw gas for $4.01 today. Then I got sad that I got excited about that. That’s actually the cheapest it’s been in ages. I think I’m going to move somewhere less desirable, where life is less expensive. Well, not really. I plan to die here in the PNW. You can’t get me out of here, sorry.
But, let’s make this interactive (for the 3 or 4 of you who read my blog. Blogging is such an exercise in narcissism.). Fill in the blank: “When I was your age…”