Yet Another Way to Know You Are Old
As a kid it was our tradition that my sister and I would spend the night with our Mamaw every New Year’s Eve. At midnight we would go outside and ring a bell she had that somehow disappeared the other 364 nights of the year. It was so big that it was about all we could handle.
Sara and I won’t necessarily go to bed way before midnight tonight, but from about 10:00-12:00 I’ll be sitting on the couch thinking how tired I’m going to be tomorrow. Ugh…30 years old is ancient.
