And Sometimes I'm an 80 year old woman

So I went to my first day at my new job. I'm pretty excited about the possibility of not coming home mentally drained everyday. I have two clients both of which are boys. I think working with a male population will be a refreshing change. I think the most exciting part of my first day was I got a planner to track my clients. Which happens to be odd since I have currently misplaced my planner. That's how busy I've been that I missed placed the most important part of my social life and didn't realize it until today. After searching for sometime I realized I left it at my old job. Soo tomorrow when I go to work one of my very last shifts there I will rescue it.
After my exciting day of new planners and old planners I met up with the Robbster. For those of you who don't know the Robbster she is my best friend that helped me survive college. I'm sure she wanted to kill me at some points too. But I digress.... We went and grabbed some dinner and talked about the chaos that we call life. I literally mean chaos because I have no planner and Robin has a "stalker situation" (but not really). At dinner I realized I am in fact an old woman living in the body of a very run down 22 year old. I caught myself talking about how I got a perfectly good 10lb bag of potatoes for only 88 cents. Who does that? Old people that's who! Not to mention that after the discussion about how buying in bulk really saves during a sale I went on to discuss my health problems. AARP Here I come! But the whole experience was made much better when I inadvertently called our waiter a JERKUS. Robin was telling me a story about someone being rude to her and the waiter came to clear our plates mid-sentence and I was thanks (to the waiter) and then I said Jerkus (to Robin about her story). But all the waiter heard was "Thanks Jerkus." So I explained he was not a jerkus and I think he understood.
It's really good to catch up with old friends because unfortunately in between the madness people get lost. It's never that we mean to lose touch it just happens. Then months and years later you see these people and you're like "Hey" and they're like "Hey" and it's never the same. You'll never get back to that time when 88 cent potatoes and scrapbooking were routine.