A conversation between my sister and I yesterday as we tackled the greenway after work. We’d just passed a taut, tanned young lady with a without an ounce of fat anywhere it wasn’t supposed to be:

Amy: Man, I wish I looked like that.

Me: Yeah. But, she’s probably 20.

Amy: Oh, my God. Listen to us. We are so old.

Me: Next thing you know we’ll be buying our clothes at Cracker Barrel.