So I didn't prepare for it and I didn't even realize it was here but um, guys, I hate to tell you this: It's BEDA. Yeah I bet you just thought BEDA was for April, and I'm sorry for the deceit. BEDA is for every month that starts with A, and here's another shock: It's August!
I was in Tennessee this past weekend and in about two short conversations I was dragged up to the surface of my life. I was talking to one girl who was about 13 for approximately 14 seconds when she asked, "So where ya gonna go to college!" It hit me like a train. I mean, I don't know where I'm going to college! I'm six years old, we're on a swing-set right now! My favorite food is chicken fingers!
And then, I was talking to one of the dads at this shin-dig and all of the sudden I was told that "next time [I'll] would be back here would be 10 years from now and [I'll] be married." EXCUSE ME? I'm still a baby! I take naps and have to be home by midnight on the weekends! I am NOT 10 years from marriage.
I'm closer in age to being married than I am to kindergarten. Yeah, makes me want to puke too.
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