I was so certain that I was turning 26 that I called my mom that night after dinner and asked her how old I was between fits of giggles because I couldn't believe I didn't remember and Christian was just trying to confuse me more because he thought it was hilarious.
First thing my mom said was, " Are you drunk right now?!" But, no, I had just forgotten my age for over a week and somehow had forgotten how to count. My mom told me that if I ever forgot again, all I had to do was subtract the year I was born from the current year. And I very bravely said, "But, mom, 16-91 is a negative number and I'm definitely not in the negatives."
It's a wonder my mother didn't drive herself up to Charlotte to make sure I wasn't drunk or sick or had gone crazy but she instead burst out laughing and told me it would be 2016 minus 1991. And that is how I learned that I'm turning twenty six TOMORROW and not last year.
So, in honor, some pictures from past birthdays:
17th
Both Katherine and Kristin were at this birthday and I'm still friends with both of them. :)
19th
Whew. Freshman year: The Year Leslie Needed a Burger.
20th.
My first good ish picture with Christian. Taken on a flip phone.
21st.
The night where we pulled a "Hangover" and didn't look at pictures until the next day.
22nd.
The year I forced all my friends to see Tim McGraw even though they don't like country music.
23rd.
The year all my uncle's started getting married.
24th.
25th.
The last uncle finally got married!
2 comments:
Sometimes I get a little weird on my age, too, but I was born in 1990 so at least the years kind of correlate with my age. (i.e. I'll be 27 in 2017)
Those pictures are a great progression! Clever idea! Happy Birthday!!
Lol, this is too funny! I can relate though...each time someone asks me how old I am I have to think about it more than I used to!
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