It was my birthday on Monday. Every year I have a hard time remembering how old I actually am. Not because of age, although my memory fails me more than ever, but because I am just plaid bad with numbers. Since I was 22, I seem to be behind or ahead a year. With each passing year it is more and more discouraging to realize I was wrong about my age (for some reason turning 32 when I thought was 31 was the worst). So, this year I decided I am turning 35 (even though if you do the math, I’m technically 34). It’ll be easy to remember and, that way, when my birthday comes up in 2011, I can be pleasantly surprised that I am only 35! Win-win.
Happy birthday to me!