My stepfather wrote me an email that contained the following:
One question: Was the experience so uplifting that it literally took a year off your life? I've done the math, and do not want to break any bad news to you but you and I are close to 20 years apart. That would make me 58 in 2005 and you would be.....38?Geez, first Pepper...and now this? I'm THIRTY-SEVEN people...THIRTY...oh. Ahem. Pardon me.
Since Pepper is rarely wrong, I really should have listened then. But she's so gracious I actually had her convinced I was still 37. I have never before flaked on my age. I wonder if this is a symptom of having my first ever birthday on the road back in August (I do not recommend this, even though I was with co-workers I count among my friends). Or maybe I am just so focused on my finances that all sense of time has vanished?
Maybe I am just 37 for the second year in a row?
The point is....well....there is no point. Other than I am 38. Not 37. That's really my only point. Oh, and that Pepper is always right.