Who took my Geritol?

I keep coming across these signs that I'm becoming a mature and responsible adult. The other day I was at a clothing store that is frequented by a lot of teens. I was looking for a cute party shirt and I found this one that I really liked. It was black and had pink ribbons. One of the ribbons was all frayed at the bottom and at first I was really annoyed that the shirt was damaged and that was the only one in my size. Then I started to wonder, "Is that how it's supposed to be? Is this the hip new fashion that the kids are wearing these days?" And then I realized that I had just uttered words comparable to what my mother might say and I nearly dropped the shirt.

I'm getting old! *sob* And I'm becoming my mother! *extreme sobbing*