Frequent commenter superdave has a great post about his daughter choosing a college.
And once again, I’m reminded that I don’t have any of these markers of time in my life. Getting older to me is just getting older. No children. Just cats dying before I do.
This depresses me a bit. We’re about the same age and he’s worrying about/planning for his children’s future when my main goal in life is submitting a funny lolcat to I CAN HAS CHEEZBURGER.
At least I have Chris. He gives me hope (and moobs):
