Last night, I went to bed at 8:30.
Admittedly, I'm still getting over a bad cold.
But still.
I'm 32. Not 92.
This is ridiculous.
Tonight, I'm thinking of staying up until 10, just to prove to myself that I still can.
Unless I fall asleep before then.
Bring on the Ensure.
3 backtalk:
...and the Depends.
HAHA, i know the feeling and I am NOT getting over a cold. Monday evening (I say evening instead of night because I don't think it was actually night time yet) I got up and said I am going to bed. To which my husband said "really? Well do you need help up the stairs grandma?" got to love it
You are not old, you are mature! That picture of the old lady with the pointy boobs is freakin hilarious.
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