Every once in awhile it hits me that I'm old, and only getting older. Like yesterday, Jeremy and I were at Target picking out a brown bathmat for our newly renovated master bathroom. All of a sudden I noticed, at the end of the aisle, a girl I knew from college. We had actually hung out a fair amount for most of my first year. And I could not remember her name. So I walked away without saying hello (after all, if I'd forgotten her name, she might have forgotten me entirely, and that would have been kind of embarrassing), and began to do the math in my head. My first year of college was 13 years ago.