In which I realize I’m getting old. And lame(er)!

Me, Breah and Amaris

And our girls: Brynlee, Reagen & Mya

at Reagen's baby blessing

Breah texted me yesterday.

Breah: I saw Clint {last name is being omitted to protect the innocent} at church today in passing, so crazy! I wonder if he lives here now or was visiting someone.
Me: My mind went blank 4 a bit. I had 2 ask Spence who Clint was. Did he recognize u?
Breah: Did he marry that one girl from our appts? He smiled but I am not sure he recognized me. It took me a minute for it to click when I saw him.
Me: Nope. He married a girl he met in Boise. Did he have any kids?
Breah: Not with him...but he was going into sunday school when I came out of sacrament for a min. Small world!

{5-10 minute break between texts. Giving Spence and I plenty of time for a good discussion.}

Me: I didn't date Clint, did I? Spence is insisting that I did.
Breah: No you didn't date him that I knew of {HA! Told ya Spence. And just for the record, Breah's always right about EVERYTHING} but maybe what happened at Perkins stayed at Perkins lol! {Clint and I were co-workers. Along with Spencer. And a good portion of my other college friends.}
Me: Haha...good ole Perkins. I went on a few dates with him. But I never "dated" him. Spence says that counts as dating. SO DOESN'T!!
Breah: That's funny! Tell Spence you didn't date him cuz you never had a DTR and really cuz you were waiting for him to come along :) {no way am I telling Spence that...it would go straight to his head}
Me: Don't think any less of me if I had to google what a DTR was. I'm 28 now, ya know...I'm so not hip anymore! 

{The term anymore is used loosely. As in, I was never really that hip at 27. Or at 25. Or during my college years (when I wasn't dating Clint!) Or pretty much EVER!}

{Although one time, in sixth grade, my mom let me buy this little tightly fitting bodysuit beauty. Oh, she was fabulous. When I wore that...I FELT HIP.}

{I got it from Shop-ko! So again, NOT hip!}

I'm happy to report that even at the ripe old age of 28 I still know how to "google"! And to text.  And to blog.

And to gossip. Obviously.

P.S. I NEVER "dated" Clint!

P.S.S. Thank you, thank you for all your birthday wishes.

I really like you guys.

P.S.S.S.S.  Happy Birthday to you Gretta. 
Welcome to the hi,were28andlame club. 
Did you know what a DTR was?  Love ya.

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY FROM ALL OF US TO YOU

a (thirteenth) confession

I can't ever remember how old I am. Like EVER! It changes way too often. Spence has to remind me of my age on a regular basis. Sometimes, when he's not around, I have to call Breah and ask her our age. 50% of the time we're the same age. The other 50% of the time I have to add a year.

And since I haven't confessed in a while…a (fourteenth) confession.

Two ladies knocked on our door tonight. They wanted to talk politics, trying to convince us to vote one way or another on the up and coming elections. When Spence answered the door they asked him if his folks were home. He laughed and told them that they might be, but they lived in a different state so he wasn't sure. One of the ladies jaw dropped.  She looked again at Spencer and asked him if he owned the hosue. He nodded. And then, are you ready for this? She gave him a high-five! A HIGH FIVE! Seriously. Like, way to go buddy, you da' man!  SCHWEET!  A HIGH-FIVE!  I'm suprised she didn't lean in for a chest bump.

I’m still laughing just thinking about it. Strange. But funny.

Just sayin’

Spence and I Redboxed Twilight: New Moon over the weekend.

{Sidenote:

Yes. This was my first time seeing it.

And no. I didn't read the books.

Gasp! I know.}

Anyways.

Watching the movie made me realize something. You know how sometimes you have a bad day. How sometimes 'life gives you lemons'. The 'world's out to get you'. You 'can't do no right'. You know, the 'glass half-empty' kinda day.

Well, on those days we should all remember it could always be worse! You could move to Small Town, USA and fall in love with a vampire AND a werewolf!

Gosh ddaanng that chic's bad luck.

Are you a Twilight fan?