I am going gray/grey, however you choose to spell it, it's happening. It is NOT cool.
I think the teenagers in this city behave HORRIBLY. There are a bunch of hoodlums that live right by us and we have caught them throwing rocks at 1. Cars, 2. Strangers and 3. Each other. Derek has also caught one sitting on OUR CAR! And someone, I don't know who, stole my bike. Right from my front porch. Granted, I hadn't locked it down, but whatever. We live in a GATED community. Poo.
I am ready for bed by 9:00pm every night. Trouble is, my husband isn't and I don't like to go to bed without him. So I stay up until 11:00, which is WAY TOO LATE. (See, I told you I was an old lady).
I have heartburn EVERY SINGLE DAY. And I'm only 15 weeks pregnant. (The heartburn is old-lady-ish, the pregnancy isn't.)
I think most of what's on TV is trash and I miss the good ole days. HAHAHAH!
So, there ya go, the musings/rantings of a 25 year old granny.