I turned 30 this weekend, a fact that has prompted my wife to note that I am now able to be classified as Officially Old. I’ve already received my solicitation from the AARP, so in order to complete my bid for old coot status, I need to acquire:
- A house with a lawn to yell at the durn kids to get off of
- Cyclone fencing to pop stray neighborhood balls upon
- A mechanical push mower
- Sunglasses that fit over my regular glasses
- A Pocket Wizard
- A bowling league to join
I did get a copy of Super Mario Galaxy from my in-laws, a gift which has seen considerable playtime to date, as well as a copy of The Big Lebowski and I’m A Lebowski, You’re A Lebowski from the wife. So, you know, 30 isn’t starting off too badly.
