I've come to realize that I'm a pretty old, for a 25-year-old.
Lots of my 25-year-old friends are all, "Concerts!" and "Clubs!" and "Dating!"
And I'm all, "Let's go to bed at 9:30! Score!" And, "Do you have a recipe for this?" And, "I really like this vacuum. This is a nice vacuum."
The thing that makes me feel oldest of all? Checking out my sister's Facebook pages. Take today, for example. My sister posts this picture...
My first thought? "Is that a front-loading washing machine in the back there?"
<Sigh> You can hand me the knitting needles and Poly-grip now.