Guys. I'm gonna be 30 this year. Which really isn't that old, and I've never thought I would freak out about turning 30. I still don't think it's a big deal (yes, it's seven months away, but still, I'm not worried).
But, I think it might be time to admit that I'm old.
I've collected a couple of anecdotes that prove my oldness.
First, I was talking to a girl at church. This "girl" is an adult, by all definitions of the word. She doesn't know who David Spade is. She's never seen Tommy Boy, though she did ask, "Is he the big fat guy?" when I mentioned Chris Farley. So there's that.
But the clincher? The way I really know I'm old?
My babysitter doesn't know that Gwen Stefani used to be in a band.
So, how did you know you were old?