I accidentally overheard Megan tell another coworker about her big upcoming milestone birthday (ok,ok, so I was eavesdropping alright!).
Male Coworker: "Megan, how old are you going to be?"
Megan: [whispers] "40."
Me: [from several cubicles over] "Wow. I'm going to be 40 in 9 more years!"
Megan: "Sure Erika. Rub it in."
Tee hee. It's so much fun to be
8 comments:
Wait.... Yo utold me your were 30...
Paul: Ha ha. It's possible. I often forget I'm actually 31 and not 30. Maybe you were just too busy starting at my...um, eyes.
Amy: I thought I hit "publish" for your comment but it's not showing up. What?!? You're opinionated. I never noticed ;)
31? 30? Hell, I have shoes older than that! OK, maybe not shoes. Panties, maybe ... a couple of purses, yeah.
Jami: Now I know what to get you for Christmas!!!
Too bad, Paul.....thought you were getting a sweet young thang like you sister-n-law....nope! Too bad! Stuck with a 31 year old now! HA!
Yes! I am so happy I am still the youngest!
From Misty (still not happy about the name, though)
Hey, Erika! I just started reading your blog, and I really dig it...I like your sense of humor and snarkiness! :) I've added you to my blogroll over at Red Pen, Inc.
Hope you're having a great weekend. I look forward to reading more of your writing!
--Nikki (aka The Grammarphile)
Misty: Young thang...maybe. Sweet?? Tee hee. Paul and I really struggled with your faux-name. What would your pick be?
Nikki: Welcome aboard the hilarious voyage that is my life :) I'll pop by for a visit soon.
Okay, I have finally decided! I would like to be Katrina rather than Misty. And my husband would like to have the name Juan. Katrina and Juan. Perfect :)
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