Happy Birthday to Me!

Yesterday was the big 2-7. I officially feel old now. I'm not just mid-20s, I'm upper-mid-20s. Whoa. My brother reminded me that by the time he was my age he had a 2-year-old. Ha! But I'm not feeling too panicked yet. Every time I go to the doctor they ask me my age and they say, "Oh, you've got PLENTY of time to have kids," with the emphasis on PLENTY. That's always a relief, especially because we're in no rush (sorry to the grandparents out there. But not really).

Also, everyone out here in Cali seems to think that Alan and I are super young. We get carded all the time and people express shock at our age. We were purchasing our new bed recently for our anniversary—which is really such an adult purchase—and the salesmen were like "Anniversary of what? You're not married!?" Then, I was recently dropping off a bedspread to be cleaned and the cleaning lady fell in love with it. She was asking about it and I told her it was a wedding gift. Her attention quickly turned from the bedspread to the fact that I was married. "You not MARRIED!? You look like student at university! You going to be 27?! NO!!" She was Asian. And fantastic. I love her.