Soooo, the other day Cory and I were driving. I can't really even remember what our conversation was exactly, but age came up nonetheless. And this is no lie, people, I was commenting about my age and suddenly thought I was 26. It was like an early stage of alzheimers or dementia came over me, if only for a few minutes. I gasped, "Oh. My. God. Am I going to be 27 [in a month]!?!?!". Seriously, it was the weirdest feeling ever. As serious as a heart attack, I turned to Cory and asked him if I was 26 right now. Then as we both laughed in confusion he said that I had him confused and now he didn't know either! Then we had to remember I was born in 82, did some touch math [like we learned in 2nd grade] in our heads until the answer was clear. Finally after feeling like I had lost a year of my life and that I'd be celebrating my 27th birthday in a month, the truth dawned on me. I remembered I actually am 25 and will turn 26... NOT 27 for crying out loud. If this happens to me in my 20s, how on earth do those who are even OLDER keep it straight!? Mom...? Dad...? Cory...?
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