Maybe it’s because we’ve been sick.
Maybe getting ready for Christmas kicked my ass, more than I thought.
Maybe it’s because my birthday is coming up in just over a month.
Whatever it is, I’m really feeling my age. And then some.
At the same time, the guys who’ve been turning my head lately are getting…..younger.
Like, they were all born the year I was in Grade 6. Like, I could have babysat them. Like, I could probably hang out with their moms.
My kids love the show “Drake & Josh“. Mommy just loves Drake & Josh (no quotation marks required).
Both born in 1986. In the earlier episodes, they’re kids. No danger there. But now, they’re Men. And I likey.
I thought the movie “Transformers” was going to be stupid. Kind of was, but in an awesome way. And who didn’t want to hug that adorable little pseudo-nerd, Shia LaBoeuf?
All good, until I stop and realize he was born on June 11, 1986. I was going on summer vacation, looking forward to junior high. He was in a maternity ward. Yeah.
Finally, that adorable little vampire, Robert Pattinson, also born in 1986.
So what if “Twilight” wasn’t, um, the BEST movie ever? So what if his vampire make-up looked like he fell face-first into a vat of cold cream, and then lip-first into an adjacent vat of red lipstick? He’ll do.
I know, I know. They’re all adults. All perfectly legal.
But why do I still feel, just a little, like a dirty old woman?