tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911995834831777898.post9131430424710641108..comments2023-10-20T07:30:57.164-06:00Comments on The Writer's Corner (and Also What I Ate Today): Ken reminds meAnnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03435959688644291813noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911995834831777898.post-53003948458150277852012-09-08T11:14:09.048-06:002012-09-08T11:14:09.048-06:00I always rehearse the next year's age, so that...I always rehearse the next year's age, so that I am not so surprised when it arrives.Louise Plummerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09305804499876081623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911995834831777898.post-84026158908716666512012-09-05T14:35:07.775-06:002012-09-05T14:35:07.775-06:00When you said 57, I thought What? So I am relieved...When you said 57, I thought What? So I am relieved. Because--and this is for real--I briefly thought, wait, am I 56? And while I don't have any problem being my age, no need to add years to the fat total that represents how very, very old I am. So let's not obsess, but on the other hand, let's be exact, shall we?Lisa B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10646181766775405935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911995834831777898.post-19086201048650852842012-09-05T09:46:40.597-06:002012-09-05T09:46:40.597-06:00Or is 57 the new 56? Hmmm. . . .
I was convinced ...Or is 57 the new 56? Hmmm. . . .<br /><br />I was convinced that I turned 42 this year and that my brother born the day before my 7th birthday was 35. My brother, who has Down Syndrome, insisted that he was 34. When I finally stopped adding 7 to 35 and subtracted my birth year from 2012, I found out he was right!<br /><br />Does this mean I should not become an accountant?CSIowahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08938642038970322119noreply@blogger.com