Spring Chickens

As I read an article about the foreclosure crisis the other day, it struck me.

I'm not the spring chicken I thought I was.

The epiphany came somewhere around the paragraph that started with:

"Middle aged couples, those age 35-65..."

And suddenly I went,

"Holy SHIT! I'm friggin' MIDDLE AGED!"

I thought surely that can't be right, and tried to push it out of my mind.

Later, when I went out with the Wifester to run some errands, I stopped in to buy some wine. The guy in front of me got carded, and I thought,

"huh, he looks about my age."

So I began to fish out my own ID and had it in hand, prepared for the cashier's request...

Which never came.

I guess that settles it. I'm officially OLD.