it's official

I'm old.

Okay, so I may look about 20 years younger than I actually am and I haven't quite hit middle age, but the old lady in me is showing.

I look forward to getting that bundle of weekly flyers and delight in pouring over the deals. I'm not talking about half-price markdowns on designer fashions; I'm talking about 40 rolls of double-ply toilet paper for $5.99. Did you hear me? Five ninety-nine! That's 15 cents a roll! Vitamins are 2 for 1, my favourite Yali pears are on sale and yogurt is $2.99 for a 16-pack. That's right, 19 cents each! I can hardly contain my excitement. I am making a list as I go...

So I call my brother and share the news. Just the other day he texted me in the middle of the afternoon to say:

Yep. We old. Who cares? Frankly, I would have been more upset if he hadn't told me and I found out later that I could have been washing twice as many loads for the usual price.

And when I come home with enough toilet paper to wipe the entire neighbourhood's behinds, Mr. Man just grins at me. He's heard the explanation many many times. If we need this stuff anyway, we might as well take advantage of it whenever we can. And, yes, that also applies to the sale on ice cream.

Mom would be so proud.