I was shocked to the core a few days ago when my friend mentioned her baby was now 7 months old. I would have bet money he was born just last month or maybe the month before… 7 months? The time has blown by lately.
Note to self: Be less busy. Spend more time savoring.
Fast forward to tonight. Scott and I were talking and I mentioned that my half birthday was earlier in the month so I’m already 26 1/2. He just looked at me.
“You’re not 26.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re 25.”
And just like that, I got a free year of life. Good thing too, I needed it!
Here’s to making the last half of being 25 even more fun than the first half of being 26 was. 
October 26, 2009 at 11:31 am
I’m always forgetting how old I am. It’s embarrassing when people ask.
October 26, 2009 at 3:36 pm
That’s hilarious! John can’t remember how old he is either. Usually he says he is older than he is because I’m older than him and he just subtracts a year (it’s right for 6 months but I’m 18 months older so the other 6 months he greys a bit prematurely until I hit my next milestone!
October 31, 2009 at 3:17 pm
haha, Cory and I had a similar conversation the other day… I thought I was 35 for a moment… only to have her look at my funny. Then, as usual, I had to do the math in my head and say, oh, no, I guess I’m 34. So glad to hear I’m not the only one that has trouble remembering their age. The upside to it of course is you don’t have to act your age if you don’t know it, right?
November 3, 2009 at 11:32 am
This is hilarious Anne!!