The other day I was reminded that I am (ugh) almost 30. That’s right, peterpan is getting older. This reminder led to a series of “Do you know how I know your old?” and “Do you know how I know I’m young?” statements. I, being peterpan, obviously was spitting out the latter of the two. A sampling….
Do you know how I know I’m young?!?
Because given the chance, I arrange magnets to spell things like poop.
Because I have young people’s hair.
Because I don’t clean my room.
Because my body can handle a case of beer with impunity.
Because momma says I listen to music too loud.
Because I stay up late.
Because my favorite foods are pizza and macdonalds.
Because I still get carded to buy beers.
Because I don’t own mom jeans like No-longer-Easy-E and KFBS (burn!).
Because when I text I say stuff like omg.
Because I wear flip flops everyday.
Because I’m easily distracted by toys and/or shiney things.
Because I giggle when someone says “duty”.
Because I have a thumb ring.