In less than 6 months, I turn the big 3-0.
Let that sink in for a moment.
OH MY GOD!
I still haven’t finished my 30 Before 30 list (http://thoughtsappear.wordpress.com/30-before-30/). And even more importantly, I’ll be old. Young people like Marlize won’t think I’m cool anymore. NOOOOOOO!
In an effort to not feel old, let me relive an experience from my very first boyfriend. I was 16. He was 21. (My parents were thrilled.)
My first boyfriend used to sing the Rolling Stones’s song “Angie” to me (because that’s my name).
I had no clue what he was doing. I thought he just made the song up on the spot. My boyfriend was a musical genius!
You know that song, right? Right? Tell me you’re not sitting there saying, “I have no clue what you’re talking about, Thoughts Appear. I’ve never heard that song. The Rol-ling S-tones? Did I pronounce it right? Who are they?”
Come to think of it…you remember the commercial the post title is referencing, don’t you? Oh, please say you do.
I can’t type anymore. My fingers hurt. I think arthritis is setting in.
That was my ‘old’ friend!!! Snaps for Thought’s!!! =]