Thirty-something

Jeff had a check-up the other day. He said when the doctor asked him how old he was he completely blanked. For the life of him he couldn't remember his age (34 in December). He hoped that wasn't part of a memory test because he failed miserably. While we were laughing I recalled going through something similar. Up until about two months before my 34th birthday when some one asked me how old I was I always answered "thirty-two." That is until some one asked me in front of Jeff and when I said, "thirty-two" he said, "No you're not! You're thirty-three." I snapped back, "I'm almost thirty-three." Jeff shook his head, "No you're going to be thirty-four." I started to argue when I realized he was right. We both had some sort of mental block at thirty-three. My mind wouldn't let me turn thirty-three and his mind blocked out age all together. I think I like his memory lapse better. From now on when someone asks how old I am I'm just gonna say, "I don't know."