Alison: "joycie, i feel old..."
Alison: "someone posted about talking about desert storm in her kindergarden class. i was in sixth grade."
me (*thinks* desert storm? wasn't that high school?... nah, it couldn't've been. well, maybe. hrm.) "Alison, how old are you?"
me (does the math): "that means tenth grade for me. -you- feel old?"
though, looking at Alison's birthday, it would have been ninth, not tenth, which sounds more right. still. meep.