Oh No! Not Me!
I DID NOT just celebrate my 55th birthday. Seriously, how did THAT happen?
I DID NOT tell my Bible study group that I was 54 years old.
At some point in my life I began to get confused on how old I am! The year I turned 53 I thought I had turned 54. After claiming to be 54 for about 6 months, one of the moms in my Bible study told me that she had been born the same year that I had. "Wonderful, " I explained. I immediately felt a special bond with her. "Well, I turned 53 this year," she said emphatically. "Wonderful," I said-not exactly grasping her point. "That means you are 53 too." she declared.
"Seriously?," I replied as my eyes glazed over. Mentally I was trying to do the math. Wow. I was really 53, not 54. I got a whole year back! Just because of a mathematical miscalculation! How's that for some good news?!?!
That was when I discovered that keeping up with certain facts was getting harder to do. However, the next year when I actually DID turn 54, well it did not seem old at all. After all, I had already been there and done for 6 months the year before!
So on Thursday, after the sweet moms in my Bible study honored me for my birthday (which was on Sat.) I told them I would be 54 on Saturday. It sounded right to me. About 20 minutes into the conversation I realized I was not going to be 54 - I was going to be 55!
Evidently I am NOT having trouble retaining pertiant information.
I DID NOT get my years all mixed up again. That would just be silly.
I DID NOT. No. Not NOT ME.
