Instead of studying for my test tomorrow, I will tell you all a story.
As many of you know, I work in a hospital. The other day I was taking care of a patient who looked much to young to be there. I checked out his birthday and noticed he was born in 1972. As I can't multiply 8 times 7 in my head, I most certainly couldn't figure out how old he was in my head but I knew that if he was born in the 70s, he was to young to be there. I was born in the 70s, and I am not about to grace the hospital as a patient. So anywhos- a few hours into my shift, while I was in his room, I glance at his age...36. Wow! He is so OLD...much older then I thought he was. This went through my head for about 30 seconds before I realized that 36 was just a measly 6 years older than I was. I have had friends marry guys that much older. I would marry a guy that much older. He was not that much older then me. And that is when I tucked my tail between my legs and shrunk off to lick my wounds. Because I am almost in my 30's...which is no big deal...until you think of being 36! And yet, even that doesn't sound as old as it used to.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
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Dude, we're going to be 30 in JULY. Crazy. I totally feel like I'm still 22. But aren't the 30s the new 20s? Something like that...
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