Tuesday 28 April 2009

Pants

I work with so many youngsters. Some of them were born in 90s. How is that possible?? 90s?? That's got to be the level of different planets. I used to say, when great dame Olivia was still with us, that they are younger than my dog.

Today I was folding my underpants, and paused for a while when holding these pairs. Oh, my, god, they are now 18 yrs old. I work with people who are younger than some of my pants. That's just so wrong.