I realized today that I am, officially, old.
And it’s not because I turned 26 a few weeks ago (although that really doesn’t help).
It’s because I was walking around Old Time Pottery (buying 50 cent wrapping paper for Christmas… you know the usual)… when I found myself SUPER excited because I (finally!) found the exact pie plate I had been looking for for MONTHS.
This makes me old because:
1) I got this excited about a pie plate; and
2) There was a pie plate that I had actually been looking for… for MONTHS.