This afternoon I utterly and completely forgot one of the most basic things about myself. I forgot how old I was. Now I suppose this is understandable as I just had a birthday about a week or so ago, so it's a new number to remember. You know, just like how we are never able to remember to write the correct year on checks after New Year's Day...back when we used to write checks, that is. But not only could I not remember how old I currently am, I couldn't even remember how old I was before my birthday. I was actually running numbers in my head that were even in the wrong decade (I'm SO on the after side of the thirties! Dunno what I was thinking.). Anyway, I got through the sweet little conversation I was having without looking like any more of a dumb blond than I usually do. Whew!
...for the record, I'm 46 now...and by "record" I mean I may be referring to this blog in case I forget again.