Hit the big 5-2 this year.
Just because my happy hour is a nap, doesn't mean I'm old. Nor when getting lucky means you find your car in the parking lot.
I would worry more if you and your teeth don't sleep together. Or when everything hurts and what doesn't hurt, doesn't work. Your back goes out more than you do. Your ears are hairier than your head.
Your mind makes contracts your body can't keep.
But worst of all...When your birth certificate says expired on it.
Whew...got a bit of time yet...and plan to enjoy it as much as I have the first half.