Why I feel old

We're coming up on it, the start of a new decade. The aughts are over. Or whatever the hell we'll call them.

I feel kind of old. Fast-forward 50 or 60 years, and Julie and I will be in a nursing home hot tub doing blow. I'm not even certain what blow is, but we'll do lots and lots of it once we hit 90. So anyway, hot tub and blow, and some orderly will come in and warn us against staying in too long and getting wrinkly (which will inspire any number of funny retorts), and we'll ignore him and reminisce.

We'll say things like, "Remember the winter of aught-nine? Golly!"

Lyla and her quadruplet brothers will probably have grandkids by then. They'll know about the aughts from history class. That's why I feel old.