What shall we call this decade? The twenty's to the ninety's all worked well, but I haven't heard a plausible, tongue-friendly word for right now. The oh-oh's doesn't really have a ring to it, and the double-aughts implies a license to kill. I am at a loss.

I want to die in my sleep, like my grandpa; not yelling and screaming, like his passengers.

I want to die in my sleep, like my grandpa; not yelling and screaming, like his passengers.