14 and counting...

For my 50th, I went outside and "disciplined" a group of unruly preteens who were trampling the gardens while having a water gun fight. They all stood sheepishly embarrassed - Mary NEVER got angry at the kids unless it was a horrible infringement. Then when they least expected it, I pulled a super blaster from under my jacket and doused them all.

Given the alternative, I would rather get old.