So not only was this past weekend Father's Day, but my birthday was on Saturday. So I pretty much got the royal treatment all weekend thanks to the DW and clowns.
Well that was until recently.
Now up to this point I've always been able to hang, so to speak, with the clowns and their version of late nights which consisted of staying up until 9 or 10.
I'd like to believe that it's due to the fact that I get up at the crack of dawn, work hard all day long, come home and work in the fields until the sun goes down. I then come in and repair or clean something, until I call it a night, but that might be a stretch. After all I don't get up that early, and who am I kidding about the whole working hard thing.
So I've come to the conclusion that you officially become old when you have to go to bed and your clowns are still watching Phineas and Ferb.
I remember I used to make fun of my dad for taking a nap in his chair before he went to bed. It looks like the apple hasn't fallen to far from the tree.
Tell me Lifers, how late do you stay up on weeknights?