So how did this shocking revelation occur? That I am indeed, old? I found myself squelching the desire to yell solid old lady advice at the “young’ens” on the beach this weekend:
*Oh baby girl, you are so red. Go put on some sunscreen and maybe a shirt.
*Honey side-boob is just not attractive. Rein those puppies in, children can see you!
*A young man who burps the alphabet in an effort to impress you is so not boyfriend material. Move on.
*Just because there is a tattoo parlour on this beach does not mean you should giggle hysterically together, go in on mass, and get something pierced or permanently inked. What is your Mama going to say when you get home?
*You know what your girlfriend is not telling you? Last year’s bikini, it’s way too small. I’m seeing far too much of well, every thing.
I’m getting old and perhaps a little ornery. This summer should be interesting. Wonder how long until I get like my Grandma, lose my filter and start telling people OUTLOUD exactly what I think of their outfits and whether or not they should really be eating those french fries dunked in mayo?
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