An old friend recently forwarded me an email that lists the signs that you are or are becoming an old codger.
One of the clues was that you sing along to the songs at the supermarket or in the elevator.
Well, just today Daughter and I were in Tuesday Morning looking for an olivewood goblet - didn't find - and heard this song:
Now, my friend who emailed me the list is 11 years older than me. But she has me pegged - guilty as charged - as she knows I am pretty conversant with the oldies.
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