2 signs that Steve is getting older by the minute:
1) A crazy Friday night often involves my wife and I ordering a 3-topping pizza (that’s right you heard me correctly . . . 3 toppings!), and debating over which $1 Redbox movie to get. Or, if we’re feeling really crazy, we’ll rent a Blu-Ray for $1.50. Then, falling asleep a third of the way through the movie because it’s past 9:45 PM. I might be able to store up enough energy to go to some sort of event on Saturday night, but on Friday, it’s just not in the cards.
2) I have conversations with my friends about grass. Not the illegal “grass” you may be thinking of, either. That might at least be cool on some level to somebody out there. I’m talking about real, genuine Tall Fescue or good ol’ fashioned Annual Ryegrass . . . see, I told you I was getting old.