The end is near...

Well, it's true...I'm getting old. How do I know? I had two things happen at church this week that are sure signs. First, the Young Women were doing a musical number in sacrament meeting when Syd leans over and asks why I'm not singing with them. I told her that it was the young womens group and I'm not a part of it. To which she says, in a very matter-of-fact tone, "Oh yeah, you're in Old Womens." Thanks Sydney.

Second, in Relief Society (a.k.a. Old Womens) later that same day, the teacher passed around a basket of treats. Without even thinking about it I chose the Special Dark mini candy bar. Dark Chocolate!! I passed up peanut butter cups, rolos, and kisses for dark chocolate...on purpose! When you start preferring dark to milk chocolate, the end is near. Next thing you know I'll be reaching for black licorice.