Trying to let working with the guy who just might be the next Heisman winner (and of course...the Bronko Nagurksi Trophy winner) make up for being referred to as "ma'am" 50 times by some high school football players. I tried to get back at them by calling them "kids," but I don't think they cared.
Work is over. Now I'm off to cook dinner for the first time in WEEKS!
Ma'am...sheesh.
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Whoohoo...I bet dinner is going to taste extra good tonight :).
Well, ma'am, someone asked me if I was turning 38, and they were serious, so I guess ma'am goes along with the gray hair and painful knees. You are younger than me, so I guess that means you shall call me ma'am as well little whipper snapper!
Yep; we're old, my friend.
Kinda sucks, doesn't it?
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