My parents are visiting and my Dad was filling out some information about me online to see if he could get me a good rate on my auto insurance.
He was filling out my birthday and said, "December 9th....1968, right?
I scoffed and said, "yeah Dad NINETEEN SIXTY-EIGHT"
then a few minutes later he was like "so Blaine was born in 1968 too, right?"
and that is when I realized that he hadn't been kidding.
I rubbed the patch of gray hair that is sprouting on the crown of my head and walked away as a solitary tear trickled down my cheek.
EIGHTY ONE folks, that's when I was born (very nearly eighty two). My Dad thought his twenty seven year old daughter was forty one.