Before Jeremiah left for Sedona, we talked about my upcoming birthday, I told him that I'd like to remain my current age from now to eternity; not too old, not too young. 'It's a great age, don't you think?' I asked sort of teasingly, knowing that Jeremiah often forgets his own age, and probably doesn't remember mine without thinking too hard about it.
Sure is, he said.
'You don't remember how old I am, do you Jeremiah?' I teased him.
You get no cake, unless you know age!
"Well... your racing age is 24, so you must be 23?"
'Are you asking or telling?'
"Um....
Now I was laughing so hard.
'You don't know!' And I kept laughing. Poor Jeremiah, I think I really embarassed him.
I consider myself fortunate. Afterall, most women have to wait at least until mid-life before thier husbands begin to forget their ages, and they can start lying to the world about it themselves.
So, now I'm 23.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Having a kung fu kick-ass birthday,
Erin
