Old Married Woman

A few nights ago, I was sitting next to my husband while he rested on our bed, and we were talking.

Our bedroom has the unique ability to allow us to hear pretty much anything going on outside in the parking lot below. Our conversation was interrupted suddenly by the sound of a group of people (probably somewhere around our ages) outside, laughing and being noisy and making a ruckus. It was past 1am, and I had one of the firsts of my life:
I looked solemnly at my husband and said in my stern, old-married-woman tone of disapproval, "Delinquents!"

Yes, I somehow managed to be one of those cranky old married people. I think that's a pretty impressive achievement for me. Guess I'm just getting a head start on this cranky old person thing. Wonder when I'll get to yell "Get off my lawn, you hooligans!"

I'm determined to make the most of life, both in the present and the future. In other words, I'll be that crazy old lady in the sequined purple jumpsuit, riding the bus with two conversing paper bag puppets. Booyah.