The other day Gen made a blog entry about turning twenty-five. I innocently went along and commented, saying how I'd turned twenty-five this year and had found it surprisingly easy but that I wasn't ready to turn twenty-six yet. This was days ago. I didn't think any more on it.
Literally minutes ago I was telling Ray how when we're old and wrinkley I'll always see him as whatever age he is now - I can never remember how old he is. He said I'd have to stay the same age to him as well then other wise it'd just be weird ;) He said, "You're twenty-five, right? I was telling someone the other day you're twenty-five, anyway." And I just realised, all of a sudden, no I am not twenty-five. I've been twenty-six since April 17th of this year! How the hell did I forget?
This wasn't some vain attempt to stay forever twenty-five (although one of my sisters is twenty-five and not a second older, I swear ;D), I honestly did think I was that age. I can't believe I did that, and also wrote it down online like a complete lunatic. I think all this death and wedding business has frazzled my brains somewhat.
I have come to learn in the last ten minutes that I am aged twenty-six and my terribly handsome youthful husband-to-be is twenty-three. So now we know. Let's try not to forget it again ;) Sorry, Gen, about the hilariously wrong comment. At least I can tell you with some authority that turning twenty-six was a breeze, so much so that I think I'm a year younger already! ;)
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