Things I'm too old to not be good at

High heels. 
Srsly, a woman of my age should be able to successfully wear high-heeled shoes all day without falling. Or having sore leg muscles the next day. 


Shaving. 
This is something I have been doing on a (semi) regular basis for MANY years. And yet, somehow, still I manage to miss a spot every single time I shave my legs. Now, you may be thinking, "missing a spot? meh....that's no big deal....missing a spot is a little thing that happens to everyone." If we were talking about an actual spot, you would be right. The problem comes in when I (somehow) miss the EXACT SAME spot every time. Ok, spots. Plural. As in the back of my left knee, the outside of my right calf, the inside of my left calf....you get the picture. The result of this is I now sometimes sit at work feeling really good about the spring weather and wearing a skirt without tights and while on a conference call I happen to look down at my legs and see a cluster of 3/4-inch long hairs waving back at me from my left leg. I gasp in horror, take a moment to gratefully realize my phone is on mute, then proceed to ask myself how the HECK that happened. Things to note: the above scenario has happened more than once. I have identified the problematic spot, yet seem to have done nothing about it. Is it the lighting in my bathroom shower? Is it an inefficient razor? I mean, come on!


Sleeping.
I'm REAL good at sleeping on my couch...with the tv and all the lights on. Just not so much at sleeping in my bed.

If I wore a mitt, would I be better at catching Zs?

I have this amazing couch. I bought it on Craigs List when I moved to my current apartment and I love it. It's long enough for me to stretch out, firm and springy cushions, soft fabric...just awesome. Sometimes at night, I like to lie on my couch wearing house socks and my fluffy Gamecock blanket and watch tv and play on the computer. I might even be doing that right now.
Sometimes I mix it up and do similarly on the loveseat (also purchased when I moved to current apt, good cushions, fabulous blue, not long enough to stretch out, but still great). Last night I was doing something like that (sans furry garnet blanket) when I fell asleep.

Have you ever fallen asleep on the couch and wake up in the middle of the night disoriented? Yeah, well, happened to me. Woke up a little cold and cranky and decided that rather than a) getting up and getting into my bed or b) getting a blanket from the blanket basket 6 feet away, I opted for the following: I grabbed the jacket that I had left draped on the arm of the loveseat and returned to the curled up position I had adopted on the loveseat. Swap "loveseat" for "park bench" and I'm a homeless cliche or blatantly ignoring the directive of 60s song lyrics.

And my back is sore.

I gotta work on that.