Sunday, June 13, 2010
13.6.10
I got a year of my life back today. Well, 6 months anyway. I woke up and realised that since I was born in 1972, I am not in fact 39. I’m 38! It may not seem like much, but to me, there is a big difference between 39 and 38. I don’t even know how it started. You’d think I’d remember a thing like that. It has happened before. A few years ago I told someone I was 35 when I was in fact 33. But that mistake only lasted for a few moments rather than for several months.
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Is it wrong that I find this really funny? I *never* know how old I am, and have to work it out by what year it is (apart from now but that's just because I'm 30). I don't think I've ever thought I was a different age for a long period of time though.
I do remember once when I was in the supermarket and the checkout lady asked me how old Jacob was and I said something like 4 months when he was about 6 weeks - I have no idea what was going on in my brain then!
A belated Happy 38th Birthday to you ;)
Goodness me! That's funny.
My husband is 5 years older than me and I often find myself thinking I'm the same age as him. It's great when I remember I'm not!
S x
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