You know you’re getting older when a $4.00 bottle of wine is no longer “pretty good stuff.”

You know you’re getting older when all your favorite music is in the bargain bin at Wal-Mart.

You know you’re getting older when happy hour is a nap.

You know you’re getting older when people call at 9 PM and ask, “Did I wake you?”

You know you’re getting older when the girls at the office start confiding in you.