HOW I GOT ON INSTAGRAM

I've been thinking about getting on Instagram.  It would give me an opportunity to post more pictures and captions, which I sometimes have the urge to do ... without going into an entire blogpost.

I also sometimes have the urge to clean my teen's room.

But then it passes.

But the Instagram urge has not passed.  So I tried to download it onto my computer.  Then the computer told me very nicely that I needed to first connect my Android device to my computer.

This is how you know you're old.  You're computer has to tell you stuff like that.

So I got my phone and then I got the urge to take a picture of myself in my Mom jeans.

Like them?  I decorated them myself.  They're actually a pair of boys' jeans that my kids out grew and I "adapted" for myself.

This is how you know you're old, you think that just sewing a couple of flowers on some boys jeans makes you look cool.

BTW, you would not believe how hard it was to take a selfie of my jeans.  How do all these celebs take naked selfies?  Do they use a selfie stick?  And if so, don't they feel weird waving the stick around while posing in the buff?  Aren't they cold during all that posing?

This is how you know you are old, thinking about a naked selfie just makes you feel chilly.

Anyway ... I downloaded the app, read the Terms and Conditions (NOT) and signed in.  I have two followers so far.  I don't know who they are.

I hope they like Mom jeans.