You know you're old when . . . . .

This is Mr. Boyd.
Boyd is getting ready to go
to a butt-rocker concert
at the Usana Amphitheater.
Notice that on the table
next to him is a bottle
of ibuprofen (he took 800 mg)
And. . . . .
a pair of ear-plugs!!
I told him if he
saw some hot chicks
to take the earplugs
out . . . .
they might look like
hearing-aids and
that would
definitely show his age.
(Because face it,
Boyd doesn't think his
gray hair is a
tip off!)

When he returned

home at 12:45 a.m.

he was tired.

He informed me that there

was a time that he would

have enjoyed it more,

but at this point in his

life he would not

have paid money to see

it. (Boyd didn't actually

buy the tix, he

went with Darrin.

Darrin didn't by the

tix either, his wife

purchased them,and I sure

she didn't want to

go herself, so pawned

them off as a "gift")