You know you're old when....

So I named "Snowfoot" Poncho. Morgan suggested the name when we were at the Vet Section of the Berks County Humane Society and I was at the counter waiting for the receptionist to tell me how much I owed.

When Morgan said "Poncho". I said (of course), "Oh, Cisco" and then "Oh, Poncho."
Morgan laughed but the girl at the counter looked at us as if we were nuts...well, we are, but that's not the point.

Then, when I was at work, I said the same thing: "Oh, Cisco...Oh, Poncho..." Nothing. Blank looks.

And that's when it hit me. That day, with Frank off, I was the oldest person in the office.

Oh, Cisco...Oh, Poncho...