This year I hid my own Easter Eggs.
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Yesterday morning I was caught in traffic behind a DeLorean. http://www.businesspundit.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/delorean1.jpg
I was sitting there thinking about how cool it was to see one, and how the stainless steel really did seem to be holding up well.
That’s when I noticed the black and white antique car license plates. . .
:: pulls knife from chest::
I plan ahead and practically pack for my trips up and down stairs.
You’re not married, no prospects. Your parents were done having kids (had 4 bio kids)
I’m confused. How does this mean you’re getting old?
Just that, by the time my parents were my age, they were further along in life than me.
My parents (mom and stepdad) recently celebrated their 33rd anniversary, which means I graduated high school 33 years ago!
I finally gave in and had my very long, virgin hair cut and colored. The stylist told me that I have over 40% grey hair!
I recently bought a house in another state, and my parents were telling me (teasingly) that all the kids in the neighborhood would be cutting across my lawn and stealing apples. I was horrified when I heard myself saying "Those damn kids had better stay off of my lawn! And I shook my walking stick (sounds so much younger than cane!) vigorously! Then I thought about my reaction. Yep, I am old.
The best part of getting old for me has been the appearance of the first of my grand children. Being a cool gramma is awesome!
OK, I see what you’re saying now.
Vote EvilTOJ in 2012! 
Now I get it, thanks.
If it helps, the day my Celtling was born, I was two years younger than my Grandmother was the day her first grandchild was born.
Don’t sweat it, and for heaven’s sake don’t rush it!
I’ve got the bushy eyebrow thing going on, but I quite like that, as it works well with my planned career of mad scientist.
My eyebrows have passed Andy Rooney, well on their way to Leonid Brezhnev.
And never found them.
Suspenders are damn comfortable.
You see toys you played with as a youngster - in an antique store.
You read this thread, thinking how elderly some of the posters are - then realize you’re not that much younger than them.
I saw a listing for my very first car in the paper - under Classic and Antique cars. 
I am older than the last 3 presidents. Clinton and Bush are 64. Obama is a kid.
That’s nothin’. I was already legally drinking for nearly 12 years by today’s “You Must Have Been Born On Or Before” date. Strangely though, I don’t think much about being older. Quantitatively looking at the numbers and the dates, I think to myself, “damn, I’m old!”. But in terms of my physical health and how I look at the world, and the things I’d like to do yet, I don’t feel old at all.
I remember buying the latest technology–a brand new Sony Walkman
When the Doctor is younger than me.
The Doctor.