Monday, January 16, 2012

AHH

This is the time of year in which I am confused both about how old I am and which year to put at the end of the date. It's like a mini number identity crisis.

p.s. it's 2012 and I'm still 27 for a couple more days (although have thought I'm 26, 27, and 28 this past week).

2 comments:

Rachel. said...

my last sunday in vienna spence and I taught 6 and 7 year olds in primary. we were asking them all their age, and one little boy said 6, and then his little sister (who also happened to be present) said, "no you're not, you're 7" in that bratty voice little kids can have with each other. it was his birthday that very day, and he got slipped up. it would always happen to me as a kid too, so much so that my own (sometimes bratty) siblings would ask me how old I was the day after my birthday, just to trick me.

but in more important matters: you are aging well!

Newt said...

Hahaha. I can so relate. Also, I love when you tell stories about the girl/child Rachel. Makes me smile.