Monday, May 9, 2011
Age is just a number, right?
But what if you're an idiot?
I discovered something yesterday. For the past 6 months I’ve thought I was something I am not. If you would have asked me how old I was, my answer would have been “31”. Done.
At my daughter’s birthday party, I got to talking with some of my guests and through conversation discovered that I’m not 31. I’m 32.
I know my birth date, I even know the year I was born—think I ever did the math? Apparently not.
So, if you’ve asked me my age over the past 6 months and I told you I was 31, I lied. I didn’t lie because I wanted to be younger than I really am. Nope, I did it because I’m a complete nincompoop.