. . . to hate Queen Anne . . . and her flipping Lace.
. . . to believe that crab grass should be renamed to "stupid jerk grass." (Can you tell I did some yard work over the weekend?)
. . . to feel like you're "roughing it" when your internet, cable, and phone are all out. (Even if your power is still on.)
. . . to continue to forget that the song "Young Americans" is actually by David Bowie and not Neil Diamond. ("Aaaaaaaaallll right!")
. . . to be the only people (husband and me) who were in an actual glee club that don't watch the show Glee. (Maybe someday on Netflix. Maybe.)
. . . to wonder what the crap this critter is:
Is it a turkey? Is it a duck? Is it a vulture? Is it a rooster? What the what?
. . . to have to look up Twitter lingo because your friends have stopped making sense on Facebook. (#itscraplikethis @andthat)
. . . to have a severe, visceral reaction when people refer to the act of procreation as "making love." (Gag me with a spoon!)