Like sands through the hourglass...

You know you've gone crazy when you've given someone the "when I was your age..." speech. Remember how you used to roll your eyes and tune out whenever a grown-up would start a sentence with those dreary words? I was talking to my brother recently and he was too lazy to e-mail anyone because it's such a hassle. Then I told him: "When I was your age, we didn't have e-mail! We wrote letters and we had to wait days, sometimes weeks, for a response!" Then I stopped myself because I realized that I was turning into my mother. The next thing I know, I'll be playing bingo and wearing a fanny pack at Disneyland.

Change is inevitable, yet somehow history tends to repeat itself. That means that I'll be complaining about my children's music and their clothes the same way my mother did with me. I can just see myself telling little Richie Jr.: "When I was your age, Vanna actually TURNED the letters!"