Five for Friday: LOL

You probably think that LOL stands for "laugh out loud."

Well, you're wrong.  Way wrong.

According to my almost-9-year-old nephew, it means "little old lady."  And that's what I'm writing about.  Little old ladies.

My favorite LOL...Sophia Petrillo.

I like little old ladies.  Except when they're driving.  Or walking in front of me at a rate of 1 mile per 5 years.  Or counting out pennies to pay for 37 bucks worth of Depends and BenGay.  Other than that, I just love them.

I'm beginning to find that I am more like a LOL than I care to admit.  Except for RIGHTNOW...seeing as how I'm admitting it to the WHOLE INTERNET and stuff.  I'm finding that I am quickly losing touch with my age group and relating more and more to the 70-year-old crowd.  Yikes.

And here it is - Five for Friday: How I Channel My Inner (or Outer) LOL:

1. I have a pill box.  There are no actual medications in there though.  Only vitamins...and only one of those is prescribed.  I have been put on a very strict vitamin regimen by my doctor because of a lack of vitamin D...which can be a big problem if I don't get it under control.  I have to take 5 pills a day at varying times.  And you have to be some sort of superhero to remember all that.  So...pillbox it is.
2. I crochet like nobody's business.  And to add fuel to the fire, guess what I've most recently learned how to crochet?  Granny squares.  Seriously.  I love to crochet as it A.  is easy. B.  makes things that are useful like hats and scarves and mustaches on sticks. C.  is cheap. D.  keeps me from snacking and/or biting my nails.  I've had many requests for crocheted things, so it can't be that bad, right? 
3. I hate teenagers.  They are my NEMESIS.  If I'd have acted like teenagers do today when I was a teenager, I wouldn't be alive today.  My mother would've killed me and buried me in the flower bed.  End of story.  Rude.  Sense of entitlement.  Bad manners.  Bad grammar.  Wear the dumbest clothes.  Can't drive.  I could go on and on and on.  And on.  And.  On.
4. I have stopped moving out of the way for people in public places.  I used to be so aware that my cart or myself were in the way and I'd promptly move.  Do you think most other people promptly move when THEY are in MY way?  Nope.  Never.  So I don't care anymore.  Those people can wait just like I have to.  Jerks.
5. I could go to bed at 7pm almost everyday.  But Chris says no.  He says I'm way too young for that business.  I'm lucky to stay awake on the couch until 9pm...unless I'm crocheting.

So...disregarding chronology, how old are you?  Are you way younger, way older or about the same?  I'm curious.