I don’t always act my age, but this recent cold snap sure has me feeling my age.
I have been reluctantly edging closer and closer to middle age, much to my chagrin. Proof of that is beginning to be irrefutable.
It is too loud.
I would really like for you to go back inside and put on some decent clothes, young lady.
I have no desire to see your underwear. Please pull up your pants.
When leaving the house for any reason, I have an overwhelming urge to get home before dark.