I turned 27 yesterday. I woke up like any other day, showered, brushed my teeth, and then started digging through the dirty clothes trying to find a t-shirt to wear. Suddenly, the Lady Friend sprang up from bed -
"YOU ARE TOO OLD TO BE WEARING DIRTY T-SHIRTS! GET A CLEAN ONE!"
Ah yes, at 16 you can drive, at 18 you vote and 21 you can drink at bars.
And then, at 27, you have to stop wearing dirty t-shirts.
Growing up is a bitch.
7 comments:
It's okay. I turn 42 in August.
Where I forget how to drive, can barely hold a drink, and the only voting I do is on hotornot.com.
Full circle, my friend.
Bide your time.
shirts aren't dirty until they're visibly dirty and smelly. tell her you're reducing your impact on the earth by wearing shirts twice, or three...or four times.
misogynist alert: next time she gives you crap about wearing dirty tshirts, give her crap about not doing the laundry.
What? no smell test even?
wait until you are 30 and you can't wear short skirts anymore!
now THATS a bitch!
Guess I didn't get that memo, lol
Post a Comment