Recently, I passed by the window and noticed I have 'Old Arm Skin' shining in the reflective glow off the miserable snow.
That was news to me.
Maybe not to those around me...
But still news to me.
Then, last evening The Kid graciously counted down the days until my Birthday.
When his mother will be "Really kinda sorta old. Not really old but kinda old. At least, pretty old."
Obviously, he has noticed my arms.
Merry Christmas, Brat.
You are lucky,
I finished your Christmas shopping on Monday.