Age is just a number, yes?

My suspicions have been confirmed.  I am, infact, an old woman with the mind of a seven year old child.  

I love to hula hoop, play with bubbles, eat an entire box of Gushers, all the while never letting the RPM in my car go above the "2," couponing my little heart out, and watching/yelling at the news every evening at 5 o'clock.  I like the fashions of the 30s, 40s and 50s, and I'm convinced that eating dessert first makes you live longer.  

I have no cats as of yet, but I'm sure they'll find me eventually.  I've had several goldfish--the most recent one was named Harmu--but I have a talent for killing them all.  I love plants with a passion, but my black thumb applies there, too.  Nevertheless, I plunder on.

I'm okay with all of this.  Really, I am.  But sometimes I stop and wonder....what will I be like when I really AM an old woman?