When you have a friend who teaches college, and who complains that she has to explain what 9/11 was to her students, and yet you realize that when you graduated from high school, she was just starting kindergarten.
Try telling them that your grandfather fought in the Boer War (circa 1900).
I want the one where you hang shirts up on hangars in the dryer, eliminating any need for ironing.
My contribution: When you go to a bar for the happy hour specials and go to bed before the Daily Show.
That could also be a sign of youthful friskiness (waggles eyebrows)
When you get out of the bed in the morning and your body sounds like popcorn popping.
Ha, wait, the happy hour part or the dryer part?
If friskiness involves hanging up shirts, youth is wasted on you.
Youth would never be wasted on me.
Lindsay, I meant the going to bed bit 
However, I am going to bed.
Night all.
It depends on who’s in the shirt at the time.
Years ago I made Thanksgiving dinner for my then-GF, her mother, her cousin, and her cousin’s friend. The cousin and the friend were in their early 20s. After dinner, they asked if they could sleep over. We said yes. They said “Great, we’re going out dancing!”
:eek:
If by dancing you mean lying down, watching The Wizard of Oz, and hoping you don’t fall asleep by the time Dorothy gets to Oz, then I’m right there with you.
When the cute child actor suddenly turns into sexy adult actor (Daniel Radcliffe & Matthew Lewis) while making you feel slightly perverted also.
When the age poll on a gaming forum stops at 25.
True story (and I’m not an elderly dodderer, I swear! I don’t look a day over 39!) but I talked to this young Dr. Bonez and said, “keeping it in the family, I see, I remember going to see a Dr. Bonez years ago. How is your father?” “Oh, dad’s doing OK, retired now, but he’s always lived in California. Your doctor must have been my grandfather.”
…you have a favorite brand of suppository
…you know your pharamacist’s name
…the time between “I could pee if there was a restroom nearby” to “IT IS COMING OUT NOWWWWWWW!” goes from 45 minutes to 45 seconds
You used to look down at the speedometer and realize you were doing 10 miles over the limit.
Now you look down and realize you’re doing 10 miles under the limit.
When taking a nap is more enjoyable than sex.
Thank goodness I’m not old!! ::wags behind::
And takes less time.
Well, it first started in the late 70s after watching the quintessential and ubiquitous Hostess Twinkie commercial (you know, the one with the squeaky clean white kids and Mom) and thinking the chick playing the Mom was hawt…
It has now devolved to the stark realization that The Big 5-0 is next weekend…
I’d chase that behind but you’ll have to move real slow.
I have no idea how I’m going to handle that. I have a couple more months to enjoy my youth and vitality.
I’ve always viewed myself as a bit of a lead foot, and I aim for 10 over the posted limit. When I worked in Virginia, I’d be doing 70 at some point, and I’d still be flipped off and passed.
I work on a Navy base in Maryland now, and each exit has a permanent radar stand that flashes your speed, to get you to slow down while passing the guard shacks. That’s when I realized that the 30 on my speedometer registered 25 on the radar.
:smack: