Your Mom asks you what you want for Christmas…and you ask her for comfy, “non-binding” socks that won’t cut off your circulation.
When you tug on that loose skin under your chin…it doesn’t even think about springing back (it just hangs there like a turkey gobbler).
You’re plucking more gray hairs than black hairs from your chin.
You order food at a fast food restaurant…and they offer to carry your food to your table for you…
Or maybe that had to do with the 25-lb baby on my hip and the general bounciness of the other kiddos…but Signs They’ve Got You Out-numbered is a whole ‘nother post.