Is 32 old? Hardly. But to the whippersnappers I work with who are fresh out of college, I am a year or two away from being put in a home. I find myself having to explain the pop culture references that dot my vernacular in great detail and ramble on about the days before "the MySpace" and "the texting." Yesterday my web designer (who is well-rounded musically) nearly killed me by asking, "Who is NWA?" This morning, our project manager came strolling in with a new haircut and sporting a Tam O'Shanter so I quipped, "Look at you all on the Mary Tyler Moore tip. Are you going to throw your hat up in the air and twirl around for us?" I had to find The Mary Tyler Moore opening credits on YouTube just to illustrate how clever I was. I am sleepy. It is either time for bed or the early bird at the Sizzler.

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