(this is a picture of me when I was actually 24). So Ross and I had an IM conversation today while we were both working, and this poem has been running through my head. And I'll tell you why in a moment.
"You are old, father William," the young man said,
"And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head--
Do you think, at your age, it is right?"
"In my youth," father William replied to his son,
"I feared it might injure the brain;
But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again."
oh how I love Lewis Carroll.
Anyway. Back to the topic at hand, with only minimal tangents!
So what Ross IM'd me (among other things) was how he had taken the Real Age Test and found out his 'real' age was 32. And I was a little bit shocked, because, here I thought I'd married a younger man. Ross just turned 28 (I know, shockingly young for two kids, right? And all of our friends think he's older than me). So my barely-28 year old husband tells me that his Real Age is 32. So then of course, I have to take the test. Of course! And what do I find? That I'm 24. And if I worked out more, like I used to (and still plan to, I swear, as soon as I get over this crippling exhaustion), if I was working out how I was -- I'd be TWENTY TWO That's right people, my 32 year old husband could be robbing the cradle with a ten year age span.
How old are YOU?