You know you're getting old when it's 9:30 p.m. on a Tuesday (read: I have to go to bed soon if I'm ever going to make up for the lost weekend sleep and I have to be up at 6 a.m.) and you're standing in your kitchen, considering making chocolate chip cookies. And you end the consideration by muttering, "Naw, I'll just wash the dishes."

Dammit, I'm making cookies ... and I'll wash the dishes while they bake. And get to sleep at midnight. Again.