senile...and old??

I was unpacking boxes for my desk today and found a birthday card from my parents from last year. In it, my mom wrote Happy 28th birthday. I immediately started picking on her to Tim, saying she doesn't even know how old I am.

Actually, that would be ME who doesn't know how old I am.

If you asked me yesterday how old I was, I would tell you 27, 28 in July. I listed 27 in my Craig's list ad, I've listed 27 on housing applications.

But no..actually, I'm 28, turning 29 in July. So naturally this is taking me a bit by surprise, I feel like I lost a year (four moves since May of last year, I guess I kind of did lose a year...and we moved to Freeman Street right before my birthday, so obviously my birthday was the furthert thing from my mind). And now I have no time to prepare for 29! Not that I'm upset about turning 29, I just honestly believed it was another year away. Man, that completely boggled my mind. Completely altering what I thought was true and wasn't at all.

Apparently the mind really does go with age!