You know you’ve been sucker punched by that sneaky stinker “Adulthood” when you spend a good half hour in your backyard after dinner. Weeding.

That’s right. Taking a cheap weeding tool and stomping around the grass, gleefully looking for another nasty weed to uproot with venom galore. I haven’t had this much fun in a while, which is a very strange thing to say, considering 1) I was weeding, and 2) I found it fun.

So I just wonder… if I’m having fun weeding now, when I’m a spritely 33 years old…

…what am I going to be like when I’m 50?

(Insert over-the-hill fashion jokes here)