When I was about to turn 40 I figured no big deal, one day older than yesterday, nothings changed. But my ex and the guy we shared the house with were making a big deal of it, and that annoyed me. For years they insisted turning 40 was traumatic for me. Yeah, because of you bastards. :rolleyes:

Forty bothered me a little bit.

I was officially old.:thepain:

Wait till you hit 70. :eyebrow:

Heh, I'll be tickled shitless to turn 70. Not really expecting it to happen, though.

Gonna be 57 this year. I still feel like I can't decide what I want to be when I grow up.

no fucking way!

52 and no intention of adulting.

60 and no intention of growing up.

TV commercial(s)...
Some ads are $49 down and $149 a month. :mad:
They're obviously predators targeting people who have already shown they either don't understand, or can't handle, credit.
Right, "never been a better time"... or worse time, or any time. You'll pay through the nose and several other orifices.
"Your new car" Yes, new to you, but it ain't going to be ones they show in the ads, likely a piece of shit that was left over because nobody bid at the Mannheim auction. After all, somebody as irresponsible as you can't be trusted with a car worth money.
All these ads, regardless of the terms, give a phone number but no location.
I guess it wouldn't be up to Mad Men standards to say Rosie's Junkyard after midnight.

This whole business model doesn't affect me in any way I know of, and most TV ads are annoying, but for some reason these ads grate more. :eyebrow:

Starlings. Those things are irritating me today. Invasive, aggressive, screechy Sturnus vulgaris, the Eurasian Common Starling. They look exactly like what they are: nasty, greasy little flying trash bags. Around here, they eat garbage any time the dumpster lids are up, then go sift the playground sand for more garbage while crapping all over the playground. They want the fruit in the tree in front of my window, which is some kind of either crabapple or dogwood near as I can tell (Botany isn't a life science field I'm good with), but so do our native robins and cedar waxwings. So I'm chasing ever-increasing numbers out of that tree and off to other ones, hoping this will be one of the years the huge waxwing flock finds the tree and strips it in 2 days :).

At least grabbing my camera gives my loony butt a reason to be out in the wet and cold, standing under a leafless tree. And running up and down our stairs is the only exercise I get until I'm back in physical therapy or rockhounding season starts (which is like June around here depending on the elevation--some great sites aren't even accessible until mid-August).

...only to have my 'gritching' (portmanteau of 'grumbling' and 'bitching) interrupted by...

(Unladylike words here) STARLINGS. Ugh. If it starts raining I'm gonna have to bust out the ancient Canon with the hitchy lens cover--not risking the big fancy camera I know little about that my dad got me a couple Christmases ago!

My thoughts exactly; you took the words out of my mouth.

Gotta admit that surprised me!

He's old.

I won't be old for another ~18 months.:D

I will be 55 in 13 days.

55...:facepalm:

Hey, do senior discounts start now?

Oh, and chemo is extremely irritating.