…is the response I get from blogger when trying to upload my photos over the weekend.
But I digress.

Friday was my Golden Birthday (you know, that day of the month you turn the same age as the date?) Mine is 28 on the 28th… and let me tell you, once you hit the magic number, there is no going back.

Last month, I was working in the yard and a traveling window-salesman asked me if the “homeowner” was available…(trying to politely ask me if my parents were home). They always seem surprised when they find out I AM the homeowner and get the impression they think I am trying to pull a fast one on them. Next time I should just say “nope, no parents home here” and save myself the half an hour lecture about how my shoddy cheap windows are causing my utility bill to rise 40% and then scoff when I ask if I can just give them a fake contact name and number to write down after saying “no” a billion times. The point is, they think they are dealing with a kid, and it amuses me…and deep down, I like it.

Not three weeks ago I was walking out of the hospital in Tacoma wearing my “College” T-shirt and I was stopped by a gentleman who complemented me on my T-shirt and said what a good school it was and wished me luck. I had the distinct impression he thought I was still in school (maybe even GOING there in the fall). It made my day. It really did.

Well, not even a DAY after turning 28, I was going in for some coffee at Starbucks wearing the exact same “College” T-shirt and the girl behind the bar asks me, “DID you go to that school?”(Not DO you go there as in “present tense”, but DID as in “past tense”)… and so begrudgingly, I reply, “Yes…it was a great school…yeah it is lovely over there…blah blah blah” I mean, COME ON… I could pass for a college student still right? Well, maybe not a Freshman, but maybe pass for a 23-year-old 5th year Senior, or heck, even a mid-20’s grad student RIGHT??? For crying out loud heaven knows I haven’t bought any new clothes since then….(My wife has threatened to throw out my entire T-shirt drawer, but there’s no way I’m parting with the red “spider-butt” shirt from 2001, or my Sr. Babe Ruth State Tourney, Moses Lake, 1999 frayed collar t-shirt)

*sigh…

and then later that same day, Mama and I were picking up some groceries to cook with and picked up a bottle of Pinot Gris and a bottle of Gewürztraminer and the clerk never even bothered to card either one of us as we were checking out! I mean, most places say “We card under 40″…and to not even get an ID check?

Man… (I’m looking in a mirror and sighing at the little [I’m going with the color ‘light black’ or even blonde] hairs poking up here and there around my temple area (which I’m sure must be receding…I’ll be bald in a few months at this rate for sure).

Anways, despite my obviously aging features, our weekend was AWESOME all around. I will post details and pictures when I am able to.