With all the craziness at the Holidays, it's nice to take a break. Sitting at my desk, my husbands yells over to me, "Hey, I'm 33!"
"What to you mean?"
"My mental age is 33!"
So of course, I headed over to My Mental Age to see mine.
"Guess what?" I shout. "I'm 33 too!"
After which, we proceeded to dance our 50 (his) and 49 year old selves around the room, chanting "We're 33, we're 33!"
Now as a I write this, I'm not sure it was such a cause for celebration. Don't they say, wisdom comes with age?