If anyone needed proof of my immaturity, this should take care of it.

I was out to diner at a local Thai place this weekend, and happened to notice this on the menu:

God, I’m 14. 

I laughed so hard my stomach was hurting and I couldn’t breathe.  I finally got myself in check when the server came by and asked us if we’d like an appetizer.

A9, please!  It started all over again.