I would like to believe the saying that you are only as old as you think you are but then I take a look at the shot glass on my dining room table and realize that, no, I am just old.
No longer do we use our shot glasses to drink liquids that burn holes in our stomach lining and make us light and happy. Nope. Now our shot glasses are used to make little carrot stick bouquets. The boys insist that the carrots taste better served this way (and secretly I agree.)
At least I can still say truthfully that our shot glasses get a lot of use.