“New Year’s Eve accident…”
So uh, a few years back I remember my mom jokingly telling me that I was an accident because of too much tequila on New Year’s Eve in Holden Beach. (Classy, right? Just for all those North Carolinians out there, Holden Beach is practically Myrtle Beach which you ALL know is trouble…) So this kind of bothered me at the time but then I forgot about it. But, thanks to Christina’s ADD when it comes to completing her homework, she helped me find the answers to my wondering if mi madre was TRULY joking or not. I took one of those crazy quizzes that analyzes your entire life story just by typing in your birth date/name/whatever. And the first thing it gave me in return:
20 September 1990
Your date of conception was on or about 28 December 1989 which was a Thursday.
Dammit. I was such an accident. It explains a lot…
But on a lighter note, I feel really good about my age. I’m only 6,706 days old. If you think about it, that’s not a lot.
3 years ago