I am capable of cooking polenta.
I need new black boots - the old ones are starting to hurt.
Trader Joe's is closer than I thought.
I'm no less absent-minded at 25 than I was at 24.
Barefoot wine is about as good as I thought it was.
My back is as out of shape as the rest of me.
My new turquoise corduroys do indeed fit.
I have a lot of good friends (ok, knew that one, but it got reinforced).