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?