The year is now 2009. That means this decade is almost over and we still haven't figured out what to call it. (The "oughties"? The "noughties"?)
I am 36 years old. It's time to accept that, by most definitions, I can no longer be described as "young."
We have a garden to plant this year. That means that right now, January, is the time when I should be planning it and buying my seeds. I am so not on top of this.
I do not hate the President. It's been so long.