Olde (with an "e" because it's Christmastime)

In conversations about personal style with friends, we have sometimes referred to mine as "grandma chic." (Though lately, I have been more "French cowgirl." Don't follow? That's okay; it is unrelated.) Lately, I have just been feeling kind of grandma. I'm not dressing any differently, but I feel as if I'm getting old. Maybe not grandma old, but at least mom old.

I get annoyed really easily by things people do. Especially on the train. All I wanna do is yell at people. Like the people by the doors who refuse to step off the car at crowded stops and let the masses pour out. You'll get back in. And you'll probably get a seat this time, too. Conversely, there are also those who push and shove to get to the door. It's Clark and Lake at rush hour. I'm getting off, everyone's getting off, stop pushing me. I also don't like strangers' hair invading my space, or even coming close to.

I get annoyed by teenagers and the things they do. I love babies and toddlers.

Tea time may be my favorite time of day.

I go to bed before midnight on weeknights for the first time since age 14.

I hosted my own Thanksgiving dinner.

My knee hurts a lot today. My other knee hurt a lot yesterday. My back also kind of hurts now that I mention it. And I've been complaining about it, too. Here I go again.

Kat commented on how I dance when I cook. I mean, there is usually music playing, but yeah, I do dance when I cook. And it's a weird dance, a mom dance, reserved only for the kitchen.

I couldn't handle going out Thursday-Saturday nights this weekend. I didn't. Even Thursday and Friday back to back was pushing it.

I eat oatmeal almost every morning. That's old people food isn't it?

I pay a lot of attention to my nails and my obsession with perfume has grown. Fortunately for all of you, I think my sense of smell is quite intact, so I don't think I'm overdoing the scents, I just really like them.

I am so into Christmas right now.