My mother informed me today that I am too old to wear hoodies, and also too old to listen to NIN. I am however too young to knit/ look for a knit night locally and should find a younger crowd to hang out with. But not a crowd that drinks. And if I insist on knitting I really shouldn’t make those socks/mitts or that hat because don’t you think you are too old for rainbow socks and a lobster hat?
Jesus Mary and Joseph. This is how parent-cides happen.