Me and the Hoff sitting in a tree, R-I-C-K-E-T-Y spells rickety

I had not talked to my best friend for a couple of months as she had been working over the ditch, in New Sheepland. When she called me on her return, the first words out of her mouth were,

"Callisto, is that you? You sounded like a middle-aged woman!"

Oh my fucking God, does she need to rub it in? The last vestiges of my youth slip, slip, slipping away, I am so headed to Hoff territory... yeah right!

Earlier today I noticed The Violent Femmes will be playing about 100 meters from my domicile on Valentine's Day, I'm so going to be there, and I won't feel bad... because they are old too.