Friday, December 26, 2008

225, 315 who's counting?

Leave it to my friend Cheryl to point out that I am not 225. My kids are not doing so great with the new math stuff. When Jonah threw out a number, I was too taken back to even check his work. So I guess I'm really 315...

Yesterday 225 sounded old. Today it sounds like a spring chicken.

woof.

2 comments:

AnneMarie said...

I thought maybe the dog years slowed down somehow. Oh well. Maren saw a shirt the other day that said, "I'm not forty-something, I'm $39.95 plus shipping and handling." That's my new motto!

Cheryl said...

And then there's my approach in which I just count which 39th birthday I'm having. So far I've had just 5. That doesn't sound so bad either!