It's official -- someone is old!

I am not saying it is me -- but yikes.  I was catching up on my recorded Oprah shows, and David Cassidy was on.  Now, there was a true teen idol of my time.  I loved him, he was cute, he sang, seemed incredibly sweet and every Friday night I watched The Brady Bunch show followed by the Partridge Family.

I mean, it's an intrical part of my life, like the blood coursing through my veins.  When you examine my DNA through a microscope, you can see strands of Partridge.  I know EVERY song, every single solitary word of every song that that family ever sang.  I just wanted to climb onto that bus and be with them.  Though I didn't want to be a Partridge, I wanted David!

But not this David.  It's really not right, teen idols should not be allowed to age.  And the worst thing of all -- HE CAN'T SING!  Which makes me wonder if he ever could.   I was just horrified as he sang -- or tried to -- "I Think I Love You," in this breathless wimpy voice with no depth, and ruined it -- I hate when they ruin a classic song by changing the tempo.  I sat there with my mouth hanging open and watched these 40-something women screaming like idiots and waving their albums (I had every one of them, but for heaven's sake, somewhere along the line I threw them away and replaced them with CD's!)  True, probably most people didn't think to purchase the Partridge Family CD to add to their adult library -- but I already said, it's in my DNA!

Now this is my David (come to Mama).  Ooooooooooh.  And really, this is how I am going to    choose to remember him.  If I ever hear that David Cassidy is going to sing on a show or in a concert, you will see me hightailing in the opposite direction.    I prefer my teen idols underbaked. 

Ummmmm.

I think I love you.