The Old People Are After Me

I turned 30 last month. It wasn't a cathartic experience for me, because I've felt pretty old for the past year. I didn't get depressed or go out binging to prove I can still take it. I just chilled. 30 didn't bother me.

Then yesterday, I got this in the mail:



Now I'm being asked to join the League of the Elderly. You have got to be kidding me.

The Joys of Working at Home

Me: What are you working on?

Hubby: Stupid Blackboard. What are you working on?

Me: Workplace Violence.

Hubby: ... but this is your workplace.

Me: ...

Hubby: Are you going to hit me?